Dugs/bin

A call this wan Dug/Bin.
Ma dugs pan noo right enuff.
I took on him oan the waltzers at the shows and he heavy boosted efter he came aff.
If a was a dug and some cunt took me oan the waltzers ad be like 'cheers ma man', heavy chuffed to experience the pleasures of man rather than tannin times of pedigree chum and feasting oan ma ain baws.
Sayin that dugs are mento int they?

Fuck Damien Hurst

Mate he's a dick. Just paps deed cats intae vats of pish.
This is ma art peice.
Big Beryl Tweed says a could make up tae 50 bangers wi this hing.
Minted.

Grief and Chips wae Garlic Regret.

Awrite,

Hunners has been happenin' since we last graced ye with a blog post. The Janny has signed a deal wae Gammy Performers Gamma Pro Forma fae shitebag city London and we are now dain an album full of power tunes that Hipster cunts fae Shoreditch will shite their skinny jeans at. 

Even better than that, the Janny has masterminded the most rapid gig of all time in Glasgow toon. Unfortunately it's in the poofy West End but that will just make it all the easier to get snout off cunts cos you know they'll gee them up straight away. It's wae the very, very spicy Saló, Hunt / Gather and Hush. The poster is a heavy belter as you can see:

It's so belter in fact, that we decided to pap it on a T-shirt, that you can pick up for £10 wae a free EP. That's less than 20 snout and a bottle of tonic so that pretty fucking gid. 

This weekend the Janny is goin to Super- T in the park, the lesser known festival where all the lagers are over 8% and there's nae poofy hairdos. 

PEACE