Attended the very amazing Confessions night nr Bond Street Rah Palace last night. The concept is disturbingly entertaining, and my rather jaunty northern ballad fell between a lot of stories about secret scotch egg munching, female ejaculation and hiding poo in gardens. Great stuff.
Luci B copped this slightly ropey video of the performance …
The paraplegic cat reference is to our dear fostered cripplecat who we named Tugjob in honour of his unique method of traversing the floor.
