SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Hey! I've got full details of the big musical comedy night you've been pestering me about. It's Friday the 7th of October at the Bodrum Cafe, 61 Stoke Newington High Street N16. (nearest BR station is Rectory Road - 73, 76, 149, 243 and 393 buses all go there or thereabouts).

Click here to see a map


That lineup in full:
Wolfpack of One (YES!)
Frantasia ("she'll amaze yer")
Martin Doyle ("humorous wordsmith")
and The Big Fibbers (funny hairy scary men)

There is a bar (there'll need to be) and tasty hot and cold food available. It's three quid in and doors are at eight. SEE. YOU. THERE.

PRESS

Keen Wolfpacketeers (that's you, by the way) may recall that 'back in the day' people used to give me money to say stuff about pop groups. For a very short while there, no act - from Craig David to Cradle of Filth - was safe from my savage critical brown-nosing.

Eventually, it became apparent that the life of the road-hardened rock hack wasn't for me (this mainly became apparent after I got sacked for the second time) and that it was time to step back and let the new talent come on through.

Thank heavens then, that the new talent is finally here, and writing for the spectacularly ace http://www.rockbeast.com.

Winningly, they claim your W.O.O. is, "a man and his electric guitar who is able to make you laugh yet at the same time feel depressed." Perfect. Might put that on my headstone. Read the Rockbeast's awesome dissection of our last Cavern Club gig here. And then (if you're feeling brave) check out their everso slightly creepy Wolfpack photo-gallery here. Nice jumper, don'tchathink?

OUT WITH THE OLD

Evening all. How are you? We've got a new computer over at Wolfpack HQ, and have been busy transferring files over from Windows '75. You'll never guess what we found. Well, actually, you probably will guess what we found, but, in amongst all the 'exclusive downloads' from ladiesinstripeytights.com, we unearthed a pile of old Wolfpack hits we thought we'd share with you - FOR FREE!

Part greatest hits collection and part cry for help, Wolfpack of One's Past Masters: Volume One is a bumper twenty one track compilation of former glories.

It's a pretty punishing listen, from the career-defining, ten minute guitar maelstrom of Festival of Wagstaff, to the ungainly sub-rave of Newsagents, Stations and Pubs, and it would take a brave, brave soul to listen to the lot in one sitting, but there's some gems in there I swear. OH, AND IT IS FREE. Click here to visit our PAST MASTERS mini-site and start downloading/playing our history as mp3s. I dare you.

TEARS OF A CLOWN

Secretly, I'd always hoped that Wolfpack of One's appeal was based on me having the savage energy of Black Flag, the vision and ambition of Bob Dylan and the startling, other-worldly good looks and charisma of prime-era Bowie. Deep down, though, I know you only actually like us 'cause I've got the act of Jasper Carrott. Gutted.

Still, that's a start - and why I absolutely promise not to moan when I play at a comedy night called *ahem* Bucketful of Fun in The Basement of the Bodrum, 61 Stoke Newington High Street N16 8EL on Friday 7th of October.

What am I saying? I hate comedy. I absolutely promise to moan loudly and long. And to do all the sad ones. And to not do any jokes at all. And to go and stand on my own, and leave on my own, and go home and cry and want to die. etc. Oh God.

LAST OF THE SUMMER WINE

As those of you who watched the Wolfpack of One crash and burn at Hodgson's the other week (thanks for coming) will be well aware, I'm no stranger to making a dick of myself in a wine bar.

What you might not know is that on the way home I cranked out a big new song about doing just that. Your free MP3 of CHATEAUNEUF DU PACK is over on the Wolfsongs page telling you he loves you and trying to touch your leg. Take him home tonight... You'll only regret it a bit.