An exciting adventure took place last night after the Nebukadnezza gig in bloody Reading with its stupid one way systems. I can't be bothered to type the whole story though, so here is a prompt for someone to tell the story. Donny, Jamie or Stu, would you care to begin?

isnt nebukadnezza that ship in the matrix?

Yes, well remembered!

Well......???
Was it sex?,drugs? a gay encounter?did some big boys chase you?
I'm waiting with baited breath!

Yeh you can't go building up some big story and then not produce the goods...

come on...we all want to know what happened...did it involve aliens?

I think I've built it up a bit too much already. It isn't that great. I just can't tell stories very well.

haha bloody hell

theres so many parts to this it'll be an ongoing story theres waaaaay too much to do all at once haha!

Donny, that stickman clearly isn't you. It has a tuft of hair!

Wheelclampers and parking inspectors are the fucking scum of the earth.

Along with touts.

Amazing so far.

this is basically what happened.

Yesterday, Nebukadnezza (and Jamie) became Spinal Tap.

1. Central London was holding a Gay Pride march meaning all the roads were closed of making it impossible to drive anywhere normaly.

2. Arrived in Reading and played the show (the only normal part of the day)

3. Found out that both our cars had been clamped

4. spent ages calling the clamp bastard and the pigs to get them released just to be told that they were going to do nothing apart from show up at 8 in the morning to collect payment or tow away the cars.


5. After much calling round we managed to secrue a house party to stay at

6. Had to enlist the help of Jonny boy and stu to bring Jamie a fresh set of contacts (and his daily crack fix) so he could drive in the morning.

7. Woke up hung over paid the bastards and fucked of.


In short

Hahaha, sounds mad. Wish I was at that party!

Isn't the clamp penalty like 200 quid? If so......I feel sorry for you

All wheel clampers should be anally raped with cricket bats until they die.