The Boy Least Likely To

so anyway. this is our new single. it's called the summer of a dormouse and it sounds like this.

click here to go and listen to it.

we hope you like it. if you like it so much that you think you might like to buy it then just follow the links to the rough trade shop website below.

so. we're releasing a new single on november 9th. which is only a couple of weeks away now. it's called the summer of a dormouse and it's coming out on the rough trade shop's very own for us label. it's available as a limited edition seven inch and there are only five hundred of them and it's only available from the rough trade shop and the cover has a drawing of a dormouse enjoying its summer holidays on it. click the link to buy. hurry now.

don't worry if you don't live in the uk, the rough trade shop have a fantastic mail order department that will happily ship it to you anywhere in the world. it comes backed with our version of the another sunny day classic, i'm in love with a girl who doesn't know i exist. 

the a side is also included on the new rough trade shops indie pop 09 compilation, which has got twenty four other songs on. and it's amazing. so if you haven't got a record player then you should probably buy that. the b side is only available on the seven inch though. probably best to buy both anyway. click the link to buy the cd.

we'll put the summer of a dormouse up on myspace and facebook and that in the next couple of days for you to listen to.

we hope you like it when we do.

“when one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning -  how much remains of downright existence?
the summer of a dormouse.”

- byron

i was a dj last night for a while. upstairs at the heavenly social. it's their birthday this month. they're ten. i don't think my dj set went too badly. apart from perhaps when i played kenickie's version of save your kisses for me. someone came up and looked at me like i was mental. i think he thought i was playing the original. his reaction threw me slightly. i didn't dare play tracey ullman after that. my cds starting skipping between songs at one point too, which was a bit embarrassing. it jumped from i can't get no satisfaction (thank god) by talulah gosh straight into vivid youth, which sounded a bit mad. hopefully people just thought i was doing some clever cassette boy style cut ups though. 

anyway, in the end i had a very enjoyable evening, and i even got to see a bit of saint etienne playing downstairs. i only saw a couple of songs because obviously i'm a dj and i have responsibilities to my dancefloor, so i couldn't leave my turntables for too long, but it was great to see them in such a small venue. they were playing the whole of their new foxbase beta album which richard x has remixed. it's pretty much foxbase alpha with extra handclaps and a bit more sparkly, but it's still lovely to have an excuse to listen to it again. not that you should need an excuse.

anyway, hopefully one day i might get to be a dj again. and until then i'll just keep pretending and hope that someone somewhere might be listening.

x

ps. click here for something fun to buy. i'll write more about it next week, but i'm excited about it and i couldn't wait.

i just thought it would be nice to get a pizza. i thought it would be quick and easy and i wouldn't have to really think about it. there's a shop in the village that sells freshly made pizzas that you can take home and bake yourself, so i thought that might be nicer than a frozen one. it wasn't. well, the pizza itself was. it was very nice. what wasn't nice was the slightly flirty nature of the cooking instructions. throughout which the pizza, my pizza, referred to itself in the first person.

it began innocently enough with the words "take me out of my film wrapping and leave me on the parchment paper", although the words "TAKE ME" in that sentence were the only words written in capital letters, which should have been a warning to me. but then it took on a slightly sexually aggressive tone with the instructions "pull me into the oven on the paper, sliding me from the round board", but again i didn't really think anything of it. i just thought it was a bit weird. i don't think i'd ever come across anthropomorphism being used as a literary device in cooking instructions before. 

i definitely started to feel quite uncomfortable though when the instructions starting asking me if i had any tongs anywhere and telling me how useful they were. "when i am risen, golden and bubbling," it said "pull me from the oven (best with those tongs) and on to a board." still, it was just a bit odd. i thought perhaps i was being over sensitive until the last instruction to "drizzle a little extra virgin olive oil over me if you wish" and then at the very bottom in capital letters simply the words "LOVE ME". i could barely bring myself to cook it. i felt dirty just thinking about the thing. my pizza had actually hit on me. there was a unnerving sexual undertone to everything i thought about it now. i wasn't just "putting it" in the oven anymore, i was "carefully sliding it in". and i couldn't even imagine how i was going to feel eating it. after it was finished cooking, i had to leave it sitting awkwardly next to me on the sofa for ten minutes. i could hardly look at it. eventually i got too hungry though, so i just ate it. and it tasted very nice. but i had to eat it with my eyes closed.

it was quite a weird experience. i felt slightly degraded afterwards and as if i'd cheapened the pizza in some way by not caring for it as much as it had needed me to. i don't think i'll buy home bake pizza from there again. it's too difficult. and i just don't think i'm ready to commit to an evening meal. it's not the pizza, it's me.

x