14 is the first number in this post. 3 will be the second.

Can you spot all the numbers? Well done.

On this day, thirty-two and a half years ago, at precisely 3.15pm, Beethoven wrote his first symphony on the back of a napkin. He was only five years old at the time, but this helped shoot him to the dizzy-heights of fame he has since achieved.

Mozart also started his career on the back of a napkin, as did Brahms, and Debussy wrote his first major works on the reverse of a not-atypical serviette. All of these people started out on a journey to greatness from the humble paper towel, but we’re fresh out of serviettes my friend.

Question: How do you tell the back of the napkin from the front? We’ll give fifteen of our Best Blessings to the first correct answer on a piece of string.

Do you remember Lemmings? Click it and play! Hours of classic fun. I used to play it on my Amiga, those were the days, not like nowadays with your Nintendo Wii and what have you. Still, listen to me eh? I could go on all night…

What have we been up to? You may be asking yourself this right now. I’m asking myself this and my beleaguered brain is struggling to come up with an answer, luckily I like to keep track of my life in pictures, here is a short story:

First off, and most importantly, I beat Tom at chess. Twice. This is “mate” from the first game:

Have that Tom! In your face! (I sense some sort of revenge will be taken for this...)

Have that Tom! In your face! (I sense some sort of revenge will be taken for this...)

Saturday last we went to see the Chemical Brothers at the Olympia, they were amazing as expected, with Erol Alkan stepping up to fill the support slot. Erol produced Late of the Pier‘s album, and if you haven’t got it yet I must suppose you are either lazy or an idiot. It’s beyond fourteen notches of fun/k.

Earlier that day whilst in London Fields park I saw these guys playing with a weird bicycle-mounted-drum-kit, here they are:

The Yamaha Tenori thing that the guy on the right is using is shit though.

The Yamaha Tenori thing that the guy on the right is using is shit though.

I was also served a coffee with a smiley face by a nice girl at Vibe Bar, thank you.

The happiest coffee.

The happiest coffee.

We chilled with Alfie the Housecat and Magic Pete, who wrote last week’s cheeky wee blog, drew Arty McArtwork on Jeffo’s back:

This is a back.

This is a back.

After the artwork incident we went to Durrr, where the lovely Chandra always puts on good entertainment. In all honesty this weeks Jessie Evans didn’t inspire massively, but there seemed to be a good hardcore of her fans there enjoying it and the drummer was good. Check ’em out if you want. I did. Afterwards I was attacked by a crackhead-prostitute.

We’ve been busily holing ourselves up trying to gather good recordings together and simultaneously get new material ready for the White Lies tour, which is gonna kick my ass. Hopefully we will be seeing you at one of these shiny venues for which we are heading? Check the tour dates for more mates.

In conclusion, I sincerely hope this blog finds you comfortably seated and suitably engrossed, but personally I’ve had enough. Just got do the technical bit to get the photos in and then I’m off.


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