holy shit.

last ever truant show tonight, i fucking love this band, might get a little bit drunk later. see you later yeah.

Roo X

Important

After the Brighton show we are having a massive party. Then we’re going to split up and work in call centres and watch X factor every night. And moan a lot.

This is a selection of things we would like you to bring us at these last shows.
- A really expensive selection of different cheeses and cured meats
- Expensive and rare breads
- A selection of expensive vintage wines from around the world
- An expensive rare breed of pedigree dog
- A box of 24 Krispy Kreme donuts (the expensive ones)
- Some handballs
- An expensive set of golf clubs
- 5 year long ski passes for Whistler Ski Lodge
- A spitroasted pig holding an expensive apple in it’s little dead mouth
- Also, a nice little suckling pig that we can keep as a pet
- Many fine cuban cigars
- Stuart would like a rare golden eagle
- More cheese for Roo
- Dave would like a big old RV
- A lifetime subscription to Club Magazine
- 5 iphones
- Some POGS for Olly (if anyone wants to play POGS olly has some slammers he wants to trade
- The airmile equivalent to every mile we’ve driven in the last 8 years
- A huge inflatable dick the size of Brighton Pavillion
- The location of Paul Jackson
- A selection of eggs from different creatures, from Quail to Condor.
- A horny sheep
- The deeds to St Pauls cathedral
- An Andy Warhol painting
- Miami
- An actual volcano
- A huge inflatable dog, completely filled with real little dogs
- An atomic bomb
- The cover of Kerrang
- A cup of double cream for Stu to drink
- Gut reductions
- A hen that is tripping
- A dirl with a dick on her head
- A few bonsai trees
- A giant ramp and a very powerful motorbike
- A surprise day out for us all
- Some Boglins
- 5 shaved goats singing Back for Good by Take That
- A large pin to inflate the aforementioned inflatable dog

thanks very much
Roo X

Tickets for last ever tour!

1 Dec 2008 – The Cockpit – LEEDS – UK
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3 Dec 2008 – Queen Charlotte – NORWICH – UK
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4 Dec 2008 – Fibbers – YORK – UK
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5 Dec 2008 – Pontins (Hard Rock Hell 2 Festival) – PRESTATYN – N.WALES
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6 Dec 2008 – Academy – OXFORD – UK
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7 Dec 2008 – Face Bar – READING – UK
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8 Dec 2008 – Corporation – SHEFFIELD – UK
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9 Dec 2008 – Sugarmill – STOKE – UK
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10 Dec 2008 – The Pitz – MILTON KEYNES – UK
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11 Dec 2008 – King Tuts – GLASGOW – UK
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13 Dec 2008 – Rock City – Distortion Club Night – NOTTINGHAM – UK
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14 Dec 2008 – The Park – PETERBROUGH – UK
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15 Dec 2008 – The Joiners – SOUTHAMPTON – UK
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16 Dec 2008 – Water Rats – LONDON – UK
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17 Dec 2008 – The Engine Rooms – BRIGHTON – UK
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Johnny Truant has officially broken up. 2002 – 2008

We have had many amazing years and made many great friends along the way. Thank you to everyone that has supported us and shared so many amazing times with us, its been a hell of a ride and one that we are very proud of. Our final shows will be in the UK december. Come along and lets make them the biggest party we can.

I imagine we will still post on here now and then so stay in touch.

Thanks

Johnny Truant

Girlfriend Material

My goal in life is to find a rare beauty like one of these two…..

I’m going straight to the tattoo shop today so i can be as cool as these two dumb cunts.

Oliver

P.S -  i saw Haunts last night, they were fucking great. www.myspace.com/haunts

Ebay rubbish

Check out this sweet deal

I bet you can’t find anything more amazing than that on ebay, I mean I’d love a shit old drum skin autographed to someone I’ve never met. What a fucking bargain. At least it includes the autographs of world class musicians Saliva on there. Wow.

Roo X

p.s. the day this guy got this signed was the same day Stu left his amp on the street and we had to buy a new one the next day. Good times!!

Oh Yeah…

Before I got distracted by all the old people round here I was going to say that last night I went to see The King Blues play in Islington. Go and see that band, they’re on tour now and it was a wicked show, I really really hope that band grow to take over the world. Punk rock is alive and well.

myspace.com/thekingblues

OAP

It must be OAP day at the picturehouse, the bar is littered with geriatrics and they’ve got free biscuits out. It took me ages to get served my lime and soda cos all the old biddys are ordering coffees and theres only one barman. I saw one old crone swipe three chocolate digestives, a custard cream and a bourbon up in her bony claw. Greedy.

I’m going to watch Burn After Reading later, I’ll let you know what it’s like.

Alan.x

Train Pain

Last Friday I had a great chat with a fellow on the train to London Bridge from Greenwich, it was the sort of conversation you only really get when you’re traveling around London and it really made me feel at home. I was on my way to play a show in Kingston with my other band (/downigo) with our new drummer, John. We had a bit of gear with us and lugged it all onto the train, before I’d even sat down the guy sitting opposite me grabbed my attention; “Oi mate, have I got anything up my nose?” Here we go, I thought to myself, train freak. Luckily enough its only a ten minute journey from Greenwich to London Bridge so I wasn’t too rattled and told the bloke that there was nothing up his nose… “Nothing white?” he asked. Holy shit! This guy was asking if he had any cocaine residue up his hooter and it was only five o’clock in the afternoon! The guy was high as shit! “No mate, all clear” I said.

“Do you know what a kilonewton is?”

Goddamn, why oh why oh why did we choose to sit in these seats? The guy would not shut the fuck up, he was on a scaffolding course and started telling me all about it at the top of his voice, everyone on the train soon knew how much of an arsehole his teacher was and how hard it is to learn everything you need to know to qualify. And worse than that, the train was going so slowly I though it was going to start going backwards. Damn you Boris Johnson, damn you.

“What sort of music do you lot play? Rock yeah?”

“Yeah… rock…”

“Like Coldplay?” (I let out a small sigh, these conversations are always the same)

“Yeah just like Coldplay”

“I don’t really listen to that, its not my sort of thing usually, sometimes though. I listen to drum n bass and funky house, not RnB though and not Hip Hop” At this point he dropped his voice to a whisper and I knew what was coming, I braced myself. “Hip Hop’s for black people”

OF COURSE! Of course the guy was racist, its not enough to have to listen to his inane shite for far longer than I should he just had to drop that bomb into the conversation! Sweet! Usually, when in conversation with somebody I discover to be a vile ignorant piece of shit I would lay the law down, but faced with a coke crazed lunatic I forced myself to bite my tongue. I don’t think the guy would have been particularly open to my views on his prehistoric mindset so I stayed quiet and tried to blank out the remaining crap he had ready for me.

Things were going better than I’d hoped though, at least the guy was friendly, coked up to the eyeballs, but friendly, it could have easily gone the other way so I did everything I could to keep him in a good mood.

“Do you do Mandy?”

What the fuck is mandy? I didn’t know. Its MDMA apparently, the cokehead informed me of this at high volume and then spun me a great yarn about how he’d done so much the previous weekend that he didn’t sleep Friday or Saturday night and then went to bed at 9.30 on Sunday night and had to be up in the morning for his scaffolding course. Poor guy, I bet his arsehole teacher wasn’t impressed at all.

Conversation continued to flow my way until, almost at London Bridge, he perched the cherry atop the huge shitty drug cake and asked me if I wanted some toot. Toot? I immediately assumed that toot was cocaine and politely declined but he was not to be put off from his toot mission. The freak reached into his bag and pulled out an old glove, concealed within the glove was a wrap of coke, which he of course had no issue with getting out and opening up on London public transport.

Sitting there with a small pile of “toot” in his palm he was all too happy to tell me that he’d picked it up in Kent, “It’s way better in Kent, they cut it with all sorts of shit in London, but if you go down to Kent you can get the good shit, sure you don’t want some? This made my nose numb straight away, its brilliant”. The geezer grabbed a hefty pinch between his finger and thumb, jammed it up his nostril and started sniffing like a motherfucker. “its not even going up anymore!” he gasped between snorts, white dust drifting slowly down onto his chest. It was really one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen in a long time.

The train pulled in and with a cheery farewell, coke cemented to his top lip the freak left the train. But not before pulling down his collar to show me his tattoo, “Made In England”. I wish you hadn’t been mate, I really wish you hadn’t.

Yeah….

I haven’t been to the Cinema for a couple of days, been busy working and drinking so I haven’t had a chance to keep everyone updated on my adventures.

I intend to remedy this tomorrow or Thursday at the latest.

Tonight I am going to see Raid On The Arcade at UCL, there’s going to be loads of students there, students piss me off.

Alan.x