Yes, London may be a small town with not much going for it, but it does have a big lake with boats and shit. We foolishly opted for the impossible-to-control row boat and soon realised our folly. Accordingly we commandeered some much nicer pedalos from some equally as nice Muslim girls (apparently it's called piracy when you take over someone's boat when they don't want you to). Paul was absent for these antics, he was busy having a job and bringing home the bacon, then eating it along with everything else he could get his hands on.Our sordid rock & roll behaviour led us last night to the pinnacle of debauchery, the infamous rite of passage for budding rock stars; the table quiz. Due to being lots of people, we were split up. Team Jonathan and Alex won. Like, the whole quiz. What?
On the plus side, I (Kyle) have taken over the writing of the blog, presumably because I can spell, but more likely because Jon is lazy.
Aren't we supposed to be a band and doing gigs and stuff?






















