They wants that Xymni everywhere!
So, there I is, busily beavering away to redeem myself and keep me job, when a Staufian bleepery emits from my jellybone. Farcebook Notification!
"Yo, Xym! You going to Shitploppin' down The WhatACunt on Sat?"
"Why of course I am! Meet in the Marquee at 8 - already disgust wit t'others!"
And mid-reply, another bleepery emits from my jellybone. Textual harassment!
"Yo, Xym! Do you fancy going to that there Round House thingy in Brixton? It's got Gary Numan, John Foxx, and Wolfganf Flur out of Krafwerk?"
Ooooh! Better check me diary!
Oh, Fucksake! It's on 8th June... and it seems that I've been pre-booked to attend a gatherance of transvestitive others for The Rocky Balboa Show or something. Buggery fucksticks.
"Right, I has a clash! I might be able to shift my Theatre Royal Tickets, but how much is Numan, etc"
"£35"
eeep! Back to WhatACuntery converse:
"Right, IF I don't go to Rocky Horror, do you wants me ticket (seeing as you were left out in favour of other, less deserving ticket thieving trollops)"
"Well, I can't afford it now. I could then, but not now. And you do realise it's ShatPoopin' the same night?"
Arse gravy with floaty bits of uncrumbled OXO cubes!
So not only would I have to bail on Rocky (no big deal - at least I'd have a valid excuse for not turning up in a basque & leather knickers), my Local sister would be most upset if I was not there for ShitPloppin'. And "The Giraffe" would be left in the lurch sans Marquee... although there wouldn't be any tension nor fear as there would be no Xym to attract gayboy chavscum who disguise their enamourment of The Xym with a desire to get into a fight as a lame excuse to engage in wrestling...
...wrestling Xym to the ground in an poorly veiled attempt to sodomize The Xym, more likely!
On the other hand, if I stick to what I agreed to do in the first place, I miss out on a trimvirate of top electropoppin'... although I have seen Numan quite recently, John Foxx last week, and it's only ¼ of Kraftwerk. But Pogoboy would probably end up missing his special line up, and it'd be ALL XYM'S FAULT! On the other hand, I would be saving him £35 (plus autovehicular fuleage costs on top).
Decisions, decisions.
Decision made - I did agree to the date last year, and already puchased a ticket for Rocky & Bullwinkle, and BritPoppin' won't be the same without The Xym. So, I shall save my cash strapped friends some money and get meself down The Theatre Royal and The WhatACunt.
I'll make up for it - I'll take The Curtii to see Star Trek: Into Darkness instead!
