note: people keep accidentally spilling drinks from the tour bus table....these drinks inevitably spill on Chev, (pete's right hand-man and guitar tech- red hair, you will always see him on stage) and now all his trousers are in the wash.....so, on odd occasions he has resulted to walking around in his pants....gazooks!!!!

that day: tour bus, up in the bunks.....conversation between Pete and jimble, as follows......

....."and soon the world , SID: Stabilization, Inspiration, Domination, get off tour, do B/S album, set out the years plan and then".....(Jimble, seeing Pete, happilly-go-luckilly havin' it out on his chest) ..."don't do that Pete!....(In response) Pete: bla, bla............Jimble: Bla, Bla, Bla....... (suddenly, Jimble in protest, gets out all his 'expensive' and throws it on the floor, down with the ash n dirt that half of stoke n beyond brought with it nights past.....(tears n punches ensue) Hearing the commotion I go down to the other end of bus to get a lookee, and there's Chev holding Pete back, but then, my eyes follow down to Chev's bottom half...."oh no, someone must've spilt drink on Chev's trousers again? And so, it becomes a scene from the jungle .....Jane's in tears, Jimble (Jesus lookee-like) is big bad Ape and Tarzan-man-Chev, in his lepeord- skin panties, is to the rescue.......on the road with babyshambles....next stop; Havoc!!!

"I can't bare to see you do this, do that...power on the floor, mixed with ash....cuttin' gives me power throw away your stash".......you'll regret that jo

Later: .....Baby shambles are havin' gig of their lives in Srewsbury and I'm a bit worried coz Pete's got my bestest-ever jumper on, and I told him before he went on, "not to throw it in the crowd"....so, i go to the bar and when i return, i look up at Pete on stage and to my horror, i see he's ripped the jumper right down the front, in some Hoxton-Chic-shite-manner. Then, I see him startin' to take it off, so i get up on stage and try n stop him from throwin' it out but the jumper flies over my head and into the hands of a tightly gripped japanese boy.... and so into crowd i follow and with my threat of a clout to the boy with the tight grip...I gets me jumper back...
Dancin' down the disco, bumper to bumper, wait-a-minute, where's me jumper? Afterward, Pete say's he's really sorry n didn't know it was mine ?????? yeah n bla, bla...as he can see i'm pissed off ....."but Pete", i say, "you can do anything you want but lay off of my blue wool jumper" .....to the outside world I run the risk of lookin' petty, and should be happy that i am now the proud owner of a cardigan....dancin' down the disco, lots of nice girls, i'm hard again, i'm hard again, wait a minute, where's me cardigan? Now you see, it just don't fit..............andrew X

for the girl who wants to change her name

a sweet Scottish girl walked up to me one night and said, "hello, are you bla de bla?" Not a bad guess for never seeing me before...... "I'm so n so from the internet" (no jo, this ain't what u think) ........(speedin' on) She came on board and was ready to leave her life behind for a few days , she left her friend, her coat and her phone, so she thought (but that turned up) "stranded with you, then so-beit", she said. How untied and great i thought she was just to let it all go like that.....and so a long drive down south, in the middle of the night , looking out at the places she knew and was now leaving behind, ready for England, where she'd only stepped foot in a few times before, by all accounts. Now, in our own world behind the curtains of our bunk in the shambles tour bus...toot, toot, at full speed, no going back, or at least that's what i thought...
......But as Day came along, our sore headed, queasy girl swirved around Stoke, of all places, in the sober light of day, with only the "Quality Hotel" for our saviour (you see kid, I told you I'd show you England.....n what a place t' start) Then, the mobile tolled for thee......her brother phoned....her mother phoned.....her boyfriend phoned.....and texted and phoned and maybe if we'd've stayed around any longer her dadda would have made a surprise plea from where ever he may be for she ain't seen he for however long. Come home!....come home!....and so she left, only to scrape the edges of life on the shambles tour bus....toot, toot, and costing her a fair bob on tickets, that she did ne want t' spend, is all we managed as the life she tried to leave a while had a trap-door-handy back t' Glasgae, in the a'ms of her dear mammy....toot, toot



That morning I'd bought some 80's photo story books for young teens in love......

TO YOUNG TO LOVE?
"Mum and dad won't let me go out with boys, but I know I'm old enough to and all my mates have got fellas!"

Shirley, 14.

THE BIG BROTHER ACT
"Whenever I get a boyfriend, my older brother starts checking up on him. He's even told me to get rid of some boyfriends 'cos they 'weren't suitable!' "

Sally, 15.

BREAKING THE LIMITS!
"It's ridiculous - my dad wants me in by 9.30, but that means I always miss all the fun at the club. It's far too early!"

Jackie, 15.

.....Here's one for you Jo....

BREAKING THE LAW
"She told me she was 21 your Honour"

Care not to mention, 27.

well joe...
for all the little girls...
the little juliets and their romeos...
theres a bitta her in me...me in her prehaps (wouldnt ya agree joe?)
and i started putting joe on every sentence like the world was named joe. jo for the girls, joe for the boys?

aint winter the holding hand months?

before....morning stroll through the pre packed christmas streets of berwick street market, cold enough for a scarf, but i wear a jacket all year round, its not the weather really joe. a scarf is now an accessory, not a tool to mend u from the cold? i was one of those kids who looked like a balloon going to school, blazer, over coat, scarf, hat and mittens. a bully's chocolate.

(ill be the one by the dark alley, dark corner of the universe..undecided in hat attire, aye joe? stand between two tall men and youll be just fine. )

and heres one for you joe, one you didnt know (but now you do) i finished my writing book today, i cant start writing again until someone hands me a new one...

joleeena x

she was kept in the bottle
the bottom of his gin n coke bottle
she appeared when his beard had wings
and when the lightbulbs began to sing
a drunkards secret

Hi Kim,
How are you? You don't know me but I just wanted to kinda
reply to the post that Andrew left about the 'Japanese boy' with the
'tight grip'. I would just like to say that it was me and that I am
Chinese and not Japanese. Also it mentions that he got it off me, when
in actual fact he got his muscle men and ghouls aka the bouncers to
tear it from my fair hand! I was real gutted that i didnt get that
jumper I really wanted some memorabelia and it felt special coz Pete
threw it and landed to me. Alsom Pete was kinda enough to give me a
beer from the stage. What a legend. Also I was just wondering if I
could get a memebership to Babyshambles.com?
Lots of love
Kevin Ma
-X-