We are playing at the rythm and roots festival in kilkenny later this month.  We will post the dates up here for anyone who's in the neighbourhood.

Forgot to mention our site

http://www.thebeefsupreme.com

Recently my band of merry men headlined the crewger film/arts festival in abbeyleix in LAOIS!!>. Yo . . So the gig went very well and as part of the deal, laid down on pig skin in human blood, we stayed at the abbey manor.

Now I woke up at 8 with a filthy **** hangover and the heart rate of a kingfisher on speed!! So I must have been drunk. I stumbled about the room to find something to combat my nakedness, pausing only briefly to eat paracetmol straight from the pack. Once my concerns over budity were addressed I made for the galley. I ate the greasy breakfast served by the sexy bodied but awful faced girl whom I would have shagged drunk and all, because I'm mad you see... the moldy toast offered little support to the bleak start of the day. This simply wasn't working. My mind was a raging desert inferno mule orgy and my brain was that of mixed up mala colors pouring out my ears.. I took my leave of the breakfast and returned to the room.. I needed a shite.

I assumed my throne and peacefully awaited the insanity that beckoned. What can only be described as badly scented tar vacated my bowels. The situation was grim, my sweaty body waving left and right as my head spun. I decided the only move was straight of the bowl and into the shower.. I took off my clothes and sat naked on the toilet clutching only my mobile phone. I was texting my band buddies to tell them that if they could get some gravel up to the room we could pave a section of the floor.. I thought look at me!! On the bog.. Naked... sweating... pinkeyed... stink of shite... tar oozing from My A-hole.... sweat. . . . sick. . . . toilet door wide open to let air in to the windoless cell of a bathroom.. . . . . . what if someone walked in. . . what could I say or do.. .  I chuckled... I continued with my text

WHEN!!!!!

 The door opened.. . No it couldn't have and if it was then I actually was asleep.. and was bursting for a shite in my sleep... that was it because the door couldn't be actually opening.. But you see the door was opening.. and indeed the arm of a child I did see entering the scene framed by the open toilet door.. followed by a shoulder and then some running feet and then a face and a mother and father and brother... 4 in number. .  the standard 2 and 2 family arranged in the family photo formation staring at me.. but instead of smiles .... horr-or.. Drunked sweaty rapist looking beardy burned out wretch of a man shitting with a phone.... Horror.. The kid yelling daddy daddy look... the mammy smirking but still horrified. .  teh daddy trying to make an escape.. and me yelling . .  at the family but mainly the child.. could you leave please... but thats not what I said.. in my drunken lament all I really said was  and I quote " Get out you fucking c-u-n-t" . . .

Many mental scars.... Many is the silence in their car journey that day... And me the toast of Abbeyleix laughing the clingers off my arrse in the shower... You couldn't bank on it.