Sorry, Josh, that we ate you out of house and home, that we forced your girlfriend to sleep elsewhere for two nights, and I personally apologise for body-slamming your air mattress; punching a hole in it the size of a cantaloupe. Yes, Josh, I’m finally admitting it was all me! Also, sorry for bringing everyone back to the apartment after the Fremantle gig for Jelly Bean fights, Mount Gay Rum and Charades until 8 in the morning.
Anyway, the following night in Perth at the Amplifier bar was just as fun even though we didn’t bring any hordes home afterwards. The place was insanely packed with bon-vivants and as we chilled after our set downstairs, the floor and support beams hold up the dancefloor were bending and flexing with every beat of every AVS song. It was the first time I’d ever seen a whole room full of people jumping in time for 45 minutes; let alone sitting perilously underneath them chatting nervously to the first band, The Voltaire Twins, who were excellent sports, it must be said. The fallout for the night was a dancefloor that looked like it had lost a war
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