Hellogoodbye.

Tour begins forthwith.

A week of fighting over CD choices in car, stinking feet, hips and elbows digging into the floor at night, warm beer, cold shoulders, waxey build ups, drinking from 11am, getting lost on route, french showers, feeling inadequate compared to 99% of the bands we play with, singing along to the arteries/cutups/dauntless/chillerton CD's Dave has in permanent residency in his car, Dave wearing shitty hats, Dan moaning at Dave for wearing shitty hats, Dan Bell engrossed in comics, Me getting pissed off over nothing, and then the creeping realisation that I'm wrong and a massive cockpiece, bemoaning lack of money, selling 0.3 records a show, smelly smelly feet. Football in laybys/petrol station, seeing the sights, getting looked at funny, meeting nice new people, meeting a few dicks inevitably, videoing the whole sorry affair so we can replay-replay-replay on return to real life.

Maybe I'm hyping it up a bit, we're only off for 6 days after all, but fuck it - if we're going to pretend we're a proper band, we might as well do it properly.

So tonight, if you don't think we're guff: we have all the things I mentioned below - vinyl is on route, DIY t-shirts have been DIYYYYYed, Dave has his 'tour hat', Bowden has a 'MacEnroe' sweatband and fro, Dan and Iain have animal suits.

Can we kick it? Why yes sir! We can.

If you need urgent assistance / contact then email bastionuk (at) gmail (dot) com if you don't have our phone numbers (I'm not publishing that little treat) as dave has an update thingy on that I think.

Come to the shows, hoes.

Bowden