Katy Perry Cupcakes

09-02-2016 – Of Cupcakes And Nipples

Hey peeps!

Well, if you weren’t there on Saturday, you missed a mighty fine night up at the Queen Vic in Stroud – despite the foul weather, there was plenty of fun to be had, with lots of silliness and dancing around. We were especially pleased to see some ol’ chums show up, and I was quite touched by how many were concerned for my health, after having read last week’s little missive.

I think the highlight of the evening for me was when Rosa, by way of announcing our next song (which is a moderately dreadful number originally by Katy Perry, but which Ben and I have done our best to turn into a grunge metal slag heap), asks the audience to see if they can guess, “Who has previously performed with cupcakes on their nipples?”

That amused me greatly, but not as much as turning round to see Stuart with his hand up…

Of course, it was funny at the time, but there really are some mental images that a chap can do without; I personally expect to be waking up in a cold sweat at 3am for the next few weeks…

However, we can’t be too disparaging about our favourite percussionist; after all, did he not win last week’s Man Of The Match award, by revealing that he actually got propositioned by the nice birthday lady at our last gig…? I mean, she did say she was drunk, but I didn’t think she was that drunk…

I can only assume that she was impressed by his rather formidable alter ego and stage persona, Vlad the rubber chicken, as shown below…

Vlad the rubber chicken

I would normally open this one up as a caption competition, but I really can’t be bothered with the inevitable subsequent explanations to my work’s IT department why I have just received 120 emails with the title “Stuart gets his cock out”…

Anyway, on to happier things…

Friday 12th – The Trout, Keynsham
It’s nice, it’s local, they like to drink beer and spill it all over the floor, then slip over on it while dancing manically. It’s great fun from our point of view, and they all seem happy enough with it.

Saturday 13th – The Barley Mow, Bathwick St, Bath
Never been here before, but last time we played an obscure pub in Bath, we had a jolly fine time. I’m expecting at least that. And who knows, if Stuart continues to carry his “lucky piece of wood” in his trouser pocket (This is absolutely true; if you ask him, he’ll show it to you), he might even get propositioned again. Particularly if he goes back to wearing cupcakes on his nipples….

Square on

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