This isn't fucking Question Time

Hello all,
Just a quick note to say thank you so much for making the first live Ten such a well rounded exercise in love (yours) and hate (ours). When we originally planned our first night out we were expecting a half-filled room of like-minded people who we could watch Anchorman with. Walking up to the venue and seeing the 'sold out' signs gave even our brittle old hearts a thrill. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did - hard to tell if people are having fun when a Welshman is screaming at the first three rows and the big fella is wading into the audience to shove someone's ringing phone up their ass.
Enjoy the vivid if frightening memories and the Laffy Taffy and Mars bars if you got any. There'll be more of everything soon. And Phil(l) would especially like to thank the man who carried a woman on the stage for him, he was quite touched, especially as it wasn't even on his rider.
We love you, true fucking story.
Until the next time...
P&P Industries.
xxx

Brighton Rock

Yes, we know it's been a while and for that we're sorry, though that might not be the word we're looking for. Like bit part Shakespearian characters, life and time has conspired against us. Then again, at our age, time's always conspiring against us. Recent highlights during frequently dashing days have included the incredible Specials at Brixton Academy (Newcastle for Joop too), Dan Reed at Bush Hall (a drunk Wilding working the room and for that he'd like to apologise) and a Saturday game between the Yankees and the Red Sox in front of Jupes' spaceship sized TV. Oh, the highs and lows, at one point Wilding (Yankees) was dancing like a little girl and then he was merely crying like one.
Now the first live Perfect Ten looms before us like Mothra coming out of the gloom. On Saturday we take our whimsy and record collections to the seaside and see if we can make a roomful of people gasp with outrage and then giggle like we can the production people who sit behind the studio glass at USP. Remember though, they're paid to be there, they might just be polite... If all else fails, Anchorman's a fun film and we can DJ at an almost professional level and we'll be looking sharp, some say pretty (not us). If you can't make it, and we know geography's against a lot of you, you've been quite vocal about it, but we had to start shows somewhere and that somewhere is Brighton. If it doesn't all end like the Hindenburg (not half as funny a line if it actually does) then there'll be more in the autumn, why, some even near you house... Before then, both live shows will air via the usual channels, the first on the Tuesday after the bank holiday weekend unless I'm very much mistaken, which means nothing as I very often am.
So we'll see you 300 or so brave souls on Saturday at the Duke Of Yorks, thanks very much to Jon with the unpronounceable surname for sorting this all out, and for those of you at the front, duck...
Currently, I'm reveling in the Manics' new album, ditto the Mars Volta record, Dusty Rhodes and The River Band and the Bowerbirds. I've stopped reading as I'm trying to write book 2 and my mind's a junkyard at the best of times so I'm trying to clear some space. And can I please recommend Michael Caine's new film, Is Anybody There? I cried. At a screening. Told you I was a little girl.
Love and broken glass
Phil(l) at the behest and on behalf of P&P Industries
xxx