Ed Byrne loves wearing a suit and saying the right things on faldy daldy chat shows to sell a few tickets. Nowt wrong with getting plugs in to sell a few tickets but sometimes, just like with Bill Hicks' observation on Jay Leno, you think oh for fuck's sake, let's have a bit of you not the Radio 1 DJ side of you.

I know Ed quite well actually, due to the fact that he lived with Ross in various less than salubrious parts of London and I used to steal money off his floor when I was skint and staying down there as a penniless artist. Him and Noble used to leave 50 pences and pound coins as well as loads of copper and smaller silver values all over the house and I used to pick it up when they weren't looking or when they'd stayed out all night and then slept all through the next day. Happy days? Was it fuck! There's no fun in being skint and I mean skint in the fact that you're resorting to finding 50 pence pieces on the carpet so you can afford chips.

Ed was never punk rock. He'd tell you so as well. As it turns out Ross was a little bit. Alright in a nerdy sort of a way but a punk all the same. Doing his own thing, not enjoying the showbiz trappings and not turning up to the opening of an envelope. Good on you sir. Ironically enough his first self styled nickname was 'Liquid Showbiz'. It was done ironically but I've still never forgotten it. That was in the days he'd get a lift off his Dad to gigs. RIP Mac (Ross's Dad), great bloke.

I caught a bit of Graham Norton as I came in from football (full match report In Administration vs Athletico by tomorrow by the way) and fell asleep. Someone save us from all this backslapping and screaming, shouting and random applause from the fuckpigs in that building.

Right, I have a rehearsal, I must go. A good long blog tomorrow I promise, I've got a rehearsal and then I must drive to Shropshire to to a Uni gig. Aye it just about beats picking up money off the floor in Leytonstone. 

TODAY'S BLOG IS SPONSORED BY THE ANTI NOWHERE LEAGUE. REBELS THAT CAME FROM THE TOUGH, NO NONSENSE BACKSTREETS OF ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS. SO WHAT? WELL I THINK IT SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOU YOU BORING LITTLE AND DARE I VENTURE CUNT! 

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And in the sport match report
written by Scoop Scott , November 08, 2011

Name and shame Gav, that's what I say! It was Smeg! The bone Idle get didn't track back! It's his fault we didn't keep a clean sheet. And you're wasting your time bigging up that centre half - he's finished! Get Whaley back, that's what I say! Right, I'm off to leave a tea bag in a cup for wor lass for when she comes in from work!