Rob Karloff

i'm quite surprised there hasn't been a small old bingo granny writing into the evening express about the "garish and unsightly" paintjob.

Give them time...! There are an old couple who spent 1 day curtain twitching across the road in the flats, then another day just sitting at the window glowering as we put on the signage and started moving in the stock. You'd think they'd be glad to have a vibrant and tidy shop there instead of the scabby white state of the place before! Yes it stands out, but hopefully in a good way. I think George Street benifits from an injection of colour amidst all the grey...

Am I the only one who thinks the left side (looking from outside) is a little too spacey? Like' date=' so spacey that it makes the shop look empty? But I don't know, they're probably intending on filling it up gradually I'd imagine? But other than that, aye, looks ace.[/quote']

Maybe that's because it's where all the piercing and tattooing is handled, and the space is required for customers that are waiting...? Plus the customers that maybe wanna try on some of the shoes and have a walk around to see how they feel?

Hellfire?! Get real, it's much better...

The new piercing and tattooing rooms started life as a big storeroom with a bunch of shelving in it a month ago. Between us all it's had a new ceiling, been partitioned into two rooms, wired for lighting and power, had ventilation installed, been painted, plumbed and fitted out. Wow!

Today was very smooth and trouble-free, thank god. We're all in need of a holiday tho!

That's right folks, it's ready to go! Come have a look see... Lots of never before seen stock out on the vast amounts of shelf space. New, bigger, purpose built piercing and tattooing rooms! Across the road from the old shop, in case you haven't already noticed... The bright green and pink paintjob is kinda a standout!

As usual, the Karloff Kult did us proud and went ballistic down the front

Cheers to everyone who came out to the gig, it was packed to the gunnalls and a great atmosphere. Kinda strange playing in a new (to us) venue and stage, but it wasn't too bad at all! Hopefully future Moorings outings will be better still, but meantime thanks a lot for your continued support and enjoyment of the glory that is horror punk!

Also, many congrats to Flash and Laura on their 5th wedding anniversary!! Hope it was a night to remember for you both....!

Sent you a PM about a lost mobile Laura...!

Oh' date=' I usually get "Not tonight love, I have a sore head!"[/quote']

Surely you mean "Not tonight love, I have a sore ass!" ??

I wish it was for real.

I'd pay to see the Darkness incinerated live on TV.

the stench at this gig is going to be unbelieveable.

And that's just from you, eh?

Goldblade

KARLOFF

The Magdelene Cox

The Planeteers

Moorings bar tonight, the rock and fuckin roll will be delivered!!

If AC/DC are your thing, this is your gig.

i only have one set of clothes. i'm as poor as a church mouse.

Well, you look like Fagin from Oliver already, so....

Just the alcohol for me..... then i'm sorted.

Beer.... my one true love...

I'd give up alcohol long before I even gave a thought to giving up sex.

You're weird Johnny, and I think you might be an alcoholic..

i went to buy some labcoats in the mad shop opposite the police station' date=' but sadly they had none. oh well.[/quote']

Pussy.

Get blood on your clothes like the rest of us.

Wow, I'd be straight edge if it wasn't for the alcohol and sex...

I think you might do something better with the time' date=' than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers.[/quote']

And I think you might do something better with the time, than wasting it posting smartass answers in a thread in which you obviously have no interest or involvement. In fact, if your time is so precious, how come you have time to waste it responding to something which you feel has wasted your time already? For that matter, what are you even doing wasting it on the Internet at all?

Go read a Lewis Carroll book, it might give you a reason to extract your head out your ass for a few minutes.

Why is a raven like a writing desk??

This is going to be the campest gig ever...

Why, is Marsh coming??

chase me! chase me!

That's assuming I haven't got a hold of you before your intro is over and done with... Muhahahaha!

You'd be right!

it's like a tiny knife in my heart

Jolly good, another cadaver is just what we need on the night!

a hippy? with MY style and AND a shorn head? i don't think so.

if i'm running away from you' date=' it'll be with my back to the wall.[/quote']

I could *swear* you wrote "style" there...

Run run, fast as you can...

now hopefully you will try and contain yourself from the stage;)

im gonna try and avoid mr rob karloff this time...

No physical restriction can contain us!! What's wrong with a little blood spatter...?!

aprils ghouls day! brilliant! i wish you'd thought of it a month ago.

Cummon... You can't seriously tell me that any Joe thinking "Hmmm... April Fools day... And horror...." couldn't have come up with that?!

Fudge, you really are utterly dense!

You've obviously been before then LMAO...

To a Karloff gig? Yeah, one or two...

...You pensively push open the large, creaky wooden door, permitting you entrance to the fabled Moorings bar. A dingy, darkened olde worlde ale-house, that fills your lungs with the salty and burnt smell of a taught hauser rope being slowly rubbed up and down the stern of a large sea-going ship... You toss the doorkeep a couple of rusty coins from the warm depths of your heavy jacket pocket, surveying the mottley abaddon of creatures that prop, lurk and peer from every nook of this imposing retreat..... The dark and stained colour of the bar greets you, reflecting the shadows of the bustling harem of the damned inhabitants.... You peer slowly up through partially opened eyes, stuttering to the lost soul who recoils slightly across the large slab of oak... "p-p-p-pint of l-l-l-l-l-lager p-p-p-please..!"... Grasping warily at the cold, wet glass, you spill some of the contents as you hurridly move away, pushing slowly further into the gloom towards the heaving mass of bodies beyond you in the depths... The shapes flit and dart past you, looking like some kind of ethereal spirits, toying and playing with your nerves as they fly across your field of vision... Your ears shriek to your mind as they begin to distill the gaggle of noise enveloping you as you proceed.... Among the cries and screams of those around you, you notice music... Lilting, lurching and grinding its way along over your eardrums, past your aural receptors and right to the centre grey matter of your brain... Large, imposing figures with twisted instruments wretch and tear the chords and notes from the depths of their souls, hurling them into the darkness and beyond.... A river runs red from their faces and the platform which they inhabit, pooling on the floor nearby... A gaggle of demon-like forms writhe in the midst of it all, limbs convulsing in time to the hurdy-gurdy of noise.... And in the center of it all stands a form which you do not recognise... Neither man nor beast.... More.... GHOUL.... You stop abruptly, unsure whether to proceed further.... But the bodies surrounding you push, pull, tearing at you to pull you beyond where you stand... Closer and closer.... The ghoulish figure looms ever larger.... The words it utters seem to be muddled in your head, lumbering along with the cacophony of music... A smile spreads across its twisted features.... You seem paralysed with fear and wonder.... Its hand outstretches slowly towards, yet you can do nothing.... Your heart shrieks with terror as it slowly eases from your ribcage, arteries going taught and ripping like over-stretched rubber bands.... A look of both shock and serenity spreads across you, as you watch the last few throbs of life leave your heart.... The music becomes a tirade of crushing volume as you descend towards the floor.... Your vision narrows and breath shallows as the life slowly creeps from your body, to be lapped up and spread around by the heaving mass of figures all around you... A fleeting thought travels through the last impulses of your mind... "What has gone on here??".... Only to be met with blackness as you cease to be.... You shall not ever see another Karloff gig, my fiend...!!

Moorings Bar, Friday night.

You bring the bodies, we'll bring the weaponry.