The bushes scream while my daddy prunes.

We intended to spend Sunday on the childeric/swisstone Historical Walk, but redcountess was unable to walk today. So we went down to the garden for a deeply satisfying Sunday afternoon's Suburban Violence. The dead hollyhock has been abolished, and may I say that I particularly enjoyed the process. arkady has a new weight-loss plan: hack away ridiculous amounts of creeper while wearing a black PVC catsuit in the hot sun. She looked like she had come to Terminate the garden.

Saturday evening was the Deathboy one-year anniversary show. Earth Loop Recall play good guitar bleep, Last Cry are generic goth rock. Pro-Jekt are a trademark violation generic Prodigy Lite bleep. Deathboy rocked our little socks off. The Garage does in fact have air conditioning: specifically, two small outlets near the bar. It was not quite as hot as the first show this time last year. Just. There are a Metric Shitload of photos on arkady's camera. I am endeavouring to actually write this one up for Rocknerd, after having promised to write up Deathboy for only the last year; Liz and Rose have been enlisted to nag appropriately.