The burger that nearly killed Cris Tanzi

I went down to Brighton last night to play a gig for the lovely chaps at Chimera Music thanks to the even lovelier Cris Tanzi and Alex Scutturo (sp?) allowing me gatecrash their booking… it was an “intimate” night (c’mon Brightonians, don’t tell me you’re all busy on a Wednesday night?) in a really lovely room. But: Do. Not. Eat. The. Food. At. The. Caroline. Of. Brunswick. And don’t order the burger unless you enjoy steak tartare. Here are Cris and Alex (l-r) rocking out, and the malevolent burger leering in the foreground.

Shout outs to Mark and Cindy (Mark is probably my most longstanding friend) for coming along, putting me up, feeding me pain au chocolat and reading my irises. People who know me know what a skeptical bastard I can be - but one has to temper unseemly scientific arrogance with a degree of open-mindedness, or one is massive prick. And the reading proved interesting. One point does not make a graph, but anyhoo… I’d like also to plug Mark’s blog, which careers wildly between anti-corporate politics, shiny shit and the RAC. Check it out.