Crispy Inn is the new Istanbul on King
Trev rushes in after sound check to eat some dip and get changed into his singlasses. We're trying on our new frocks, talking about jobs and boys, well designed salad servers and other cities, attempting to recover from the Vintage Bazaar. We drink white wine and eat haloumi salad. I can't finish it because I've snacked while lying on the couch at my house. Faith's eyes are wide a lot of the time, like she's daring you to disbelieve her.
We get in a cab and head off in support of The Hussies. Word is they've got new songs. Prudie's mum and dad are there. And her little sister. The sister is having work done on her teeth. They're going to break her jaw and stretch it out before it sets back in place. She'll be wired up for three months, including her first month at uni, eating and drinking through a straw. Defer, we say. The oral surgeon is the father of her brother's girlfriend. We hope he's not just doing it for the experience.
The Hussies may well have new songs but I still only remember Surfin Safari and the one that sounds like Beck. They bring Surfin Safari up the front of the set. I like to think it's partly because of the influence of Noonie.com on the independent music scene. Lisa is dancing wildly up the front, but we stand in the back and nod and sway. Trev says that the pub have already asked them back for another gig. The Hussies rock, and their crowd puts money over the bar.
On the way home we stop at the Crispy Inn. I buy a chicken pie for now, and a sausage roll because I know I'll need it in the morning. I put the sausage roll in the yellow clutch and head off across the park.
I wake late on Sunday morning. I've denied Pickle glory in the dog show. There's an unopened packet of bread sticks in the Bruce Springsteen bag and a cold sausage roll in the yellow clutch.
We get in a cab and head off in support of The Hussies. Word is they've got new songs. Prudie's mum and dad are there. And her little sister. The sister is having work done on her teeth. They're going to break her jaw and stretch it out before it sets back in place. She'll be wired up for three months, including her first month at uni, eating and drinking through a straw. Defer, we say. The oral surgeon is the father of her brother's girlfriend. We hope he's not just doing it for the experience.
The Hussies may well have new songs but I still only remember Surfin Safari and the one that sounds like Beck. They bring Surfin Safari up the front of the set. I like to think it's partly because of the influence of Noonie.com on the independent music scene. Lisa is dancing wildly up the front, but we stand in the back and nod and sway. Trev says that the pub have already asked them back for another gig. The Hussies rock, and their crowd puts money over the bar.
On the way home we stop at the Crispy Inn. I buy a chicken pie for now, and a sausage roll because I know I'll need it in the morning. I put the sausage roll in the yellow clutch and head off across the park.
I wake late on Sunday morning. I've denied Pickle glory in the dog show. There's an unopened packet of bread sticks in the Bruce Springsteen bag and a cold sausage roll in the yellow clutch.
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