After playing so many gigs in September and October, a break was truly welcome. I popped to New York to hang out with my sister and pretend that music didn’t exist for a while. Unfortunately, CMJ festival was on, and so I found myself watching lots of music by accident.

On return to the United Kingdom, I realised I was about to enter TV mania. First we played an awesome BBC night in Cardiff for the lovely Bethan Elfyn and the following day Lovelovelovelovelove was played over some delightful footage of cars being rad in my favourite television show Top Gear. I can only imagine a producer on the show has been searching through Blessed Edwards Oldcourne RC High School‘s alumni spreadsheet, as the previous week had music from my old school chum and all round lovely gent Benjamin Power of Fuck Buttons.

To add to the TV theme, we were offered a gig in Liverpool next week by two actresses/promoters who do shouting/crying/laughing/learning in a babe-themed-soap opera called Hollyoaks.

And on top of this all, we’ve started to make our own TV show, based on our lives, called, interestingly, Cats in Paris TV. It shall be a sitcom of sorts, with no budget, or acting skills, or decent script, but with good music! So that’s what counts in the longrun. Episodes will appear here, soon. V. SOON!

As a footnote, our house was burgled, and although they took none of our music equipment, which is lucky, they did take a computer, a bike, a coat, and all my New York photographs. So, in replacement of said photos, here is a picture of Lorien, in Trafalgar Square. THE END