Feed the Spazzys.
The Spazzys were guests on my radio show last night and were big rock n roll spunks. Kat complained that being poor struggling musicians they were always hungry. They'd started a competition called 'Win A Date With The Spazzys' where some lucky winner would not only have the privilege of spending an evening with them, but also paying for their food. This sounded kind of pathetic to me and Pauly P, so we started devising a campaign to get them fed. Almost immediately, a kind-hearted punk-rock listener called up with an offer of a barbecue at his house on Monday. 'We love meat!' Kat yelled into the phone, 'So feed us heaps of meat!'
If you've got a few bucks to spare and would like to spend a night dining with three of Melbourne's hottest rock bitches, you can email The Spazzys through their website, or let me know and I'll pass your details on. No, seriously.
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I met the Spazzys at the Tote and fell the for the trap of thinking one of their friends was the drummer (something which a lot of blokes do.)
Then a couple of weeks later, I mistook a woman at a TISM gig for their friend.
Thanks,
Tim
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