This Saturday (19th April), in the not-what-it-was confines of The Freebutt, Brighton, THE PHIL COLLINS 3 will play their final gig. Grown men will weep, small girls will giggle hysterically, and a being of no fixed gender, possibly wearing a huge cardboard nuclear missilie on their head (or similar), will launch into "Greenfly Ate My Dog" one last time, no doubt with much hindered playing capacity due to the unweildy nature of the construction propped precariously on their head.
 The passing of TPC3 will be mourned at VG, but they did their bit. Good lads !

On a much happier note : Victory Garden will be attending the Pitchfork Camber ATP. Hold that thought people, we're all attached and spoken for (even previously lovelorn Erika, who's finally found a romantic match in Eddy, the plumber from Catford who she met while he came to "fix the ladies" on VG Towers third floor - the middle cubicle became insufferably blocked at some point during the VG NYE knees up, and while we managed to procure a reel of "POLICE STOP"  tape and a half dozen of those traffic cones that flash in time which ought to have been enough to ward the most inebriated of revelling attendees off from the dilapitated facility, there appeared to be an increased overflow over the course of the early morning. The Gents, by strange and ironic contrast, appeared mostly unused - the floor a near arid expanse of unwetted tiling and even the extra toilet rolls provided remaining in place, dry and usable to the end. I tend to view this as a social commentary on the sad decline in feminine decorum , but Erika insists it was because Stu had the key to the Mens stashed away and was using it as his own personal locked dressing room.), but we will be found either frugging away to the likes of Sebadoh, Times New Viking and , of course, our own Hot Chip. Later on in proceedings we may be found dancing on tables in The Vic to the strains of Comet Gain, or similar.
 Actually, while on the hot topic of Hot Chip, you may be best to find us at the famous "Proper Indie Sunday Market" which normally kicks off on the pub tables outside the Vic from about midday on Sunday (weather permitting). I can let blog reading friends of VG into an exclusive secret here - we will be offloading the last few copies of Hot Chips rare as bat's teeth debut CD "Mexico EP" at a knock down £10 a pop (they do up to £30 on ebay !!). Buy us a pint, and we'll knock off a quid - fair ?

 Cheers !!

 Philm c/o VG