Hey guys, my band made me come back to England this month, which I hate. Right now everyone is out shopping for lame expensive clothes on brick lane - not me, I'm in the Beggars flat writing an exam about logic. It's really fun and I'm learning a lot but I HATE IT HERE, they are playing some weird music really loud downstairs and I can't concentrate on this Descartes conjecture that is pretty important to my over all thesis. You know what I love tho? The guys in TRASH TALK, those dudes are CRAZY. We played a show with them last night, I love that band I watched their entire set. I don't listen to hardcore at all these days, but I will watch an entire Trash Talk set any day of the week (which is most week because we have to TOUR so much these days). The dudes in the band are seriously hard as fuck, we all went to this "chips" (what they call FRIES in this country for some REASON) restaurant late last night and I seriously thought some shit was gonna go down because the security guard at the door kept eyeing Lee the singer, who is totally nuts but also cool, anyhow he just kept giving him this crazy look and let me tell you those guys won't take shit from anyone, they are nuts and so I thought something was gonna happen. Plus then he didn't get his food order for like almost 20 minutes and I seriously thought something was gonna go down. I fucking hate this place.
