Being the adventures of a band in London with unremarkable haircuts and an arguably eccentric approach to disco. There are three of us: Betamax does the drumming, Vaughn Stokes takes care of the bass, Jordan concerns himself mainly with the Rhythm Guitar, and we all croon like fools.

Monday, 13 September 2010

The Return

This week Vaughn Stokes will be once more in our midst.  He's flying Victoria to London via like Belgrade, and will arrive probably Thursday.  I'm sure he'll be giving y'all a thorough report once he himself is back in the Smoke - we here at the Show know very little of his movements since the end of the US tour.  We know he stopped off briefly to visit the love of his life in Montreal, and that he then continued west in search of further coital opportunities.  We heard a rumor he was living with a midget on the beach north of Seattle - some say he's strung out on some esoterically morbid mysticism, but we find that hard to believe.  He was apparently sighted early last Sunday outside a burlesque club in Vancouver, in a compromising position with a beautiful double-amputee and a suspected racist.  That story would seem to jive with this photograph, which reached us a few days ago:

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