Rum Shebeen is sat waiting for a roast watching Star wars and looking forward to going into the studio tomorrow to cut a record. Because of the studio loomnigness, Rum Shebeen is trying to 'take it easy'; studios and hangovers dont go together well so I'll just have a few bottles of wine. My preffered choice is two for five pound merlot.

A young man can get through alot of bottles of cheap wine- a young woman can get through alot of bottles of cheap wine- she can also get through alot of cheap men. Cheap men can get through alot of women, women are too special too ever be cheap, but you can get through alot of wrong women if you drink alot of cheap wine. I should know- I'm broke and I dont wanna whine on too much, but it's the truth and the worst thing is when you been drinking a hell of alot of cheap wine and you end up with the wrong woman- it's hell the next day- so make sure you take precautions, and I dont mean making sure the doors shut and the neighbours can't see, I mean, if your gonna pop your cork with a woman, make sure it dont blow up in your face- red wine stains.

So back to last thursday at the Marlborough, a drinking den in camberwell that serves as much as a base for us as my flat has been since we started.

So we were feeling our way through our set, slowly bringing the crowd into our world. Yeah some of the people in the crowd were close friends but there was alot of strangers there too.

One such person who was not a stranger and shall-not-be-named-for-privacy-sake , lets call him Bon Bon, turned up out of the blue from some far off backwater I can't even spell it-let-alone-tell-it place. He was upright and all smiles at around 9pm. I even had a conversation with him, caught up, shot the breeze…played pool.

By the time we were on stage he was doing this floor skimming, drunk man falling over dance- but at least he was dancing, we love it when people dance, and he was trying to get other people to dance, which we also love…he was also knocking into the microphone stand…which is o.k. as long as it doesn't knock my teeth out anymore…you only get one real set per adult life…but eventually he went too far and I had to stick him a boot in the toosh…

By the time we played HATE the last song of the set, Bon Bon was growling like a dog and bouncing and sliding all around the place but not into the microphone stand thankfully. Another two people were being sick in the garden (due to what went in thier mouth not in thier ear) and a couple were almost making babies at the back of the room.

We left the stage and had a pint of whatever was left in the taps (the guinness ran out around 10pm) and then proceeded to a party in a student halls- Bon Bon in tow…I flew by the off licence to pick up some WKD and made my way to the party. Bon Bon took a tumble about ten meters from the door of the halls, some local kids found it hillarious as I dragged him too his feet. He gave me a cigar for my efforts and I gave him a bacardi breezer for his midnight hangover. I would go on to explain what the party was like but Iv'e gone over my 600 words already and you should have been there.

I'll be back with more tales in the week- we are going into the studio, as I said before, so expect a more music based rundown.

Thanks for reading this, whoever you are- and remember- don't take drugs, take care.

Dave Ashby