It’s “Frank” Not “Fronk”, For God’s Sake

Apologies about that last post. It was actually for real (at least to the extent that it wasn’t me posting when drunk, it actually was Chamoule, who’s the promoter for this tour). Anyways, waking up in the Alps right now and forgive me for gloating, my English chums, but it’s fucking gorgeous. Not so many French dates left now, but I’ll be doing a full diary Latvia-stylee at the end of it all which is going to be hosted on roomthirteen.com, so look out for that.

The other things to mention today: my friend Johno is raising some sponsorship money for his Cross-Mongolia Charity effort. Information and donation here. Also been checking out some killer French bands of late – particularly The Pookies, who I played with the other day. Check it.

There are no comments