create your own visited country map

My week long school trip to Moscow and St Petersburg really paid off - checking the box for Russia counts for around a sixth of the world’s land. Looks like I should probably check out the Americas next, as I’ve yet to travel across the Atlantic.

I’ve already waxed lyrical about Stig a number of times, and even with a slightly broken mix (sadly, hardly any vocals came through at all and the guitar was pretty patchy) they were amazing. They remain, in their own words, “the original undisputed kings of fuck all”.

Skitanja played a hectic and very entertaining set full of no-holds-barred experimental songs. If there was one pattern in their music, it was that they were determined to throw the audience for a loop with every new sound - working in bursts of faux-operatic singing against fuzz guitar, trumpet, manic keyboard and insane pre-recorded tracks on a laptop. Even before they made a noise, they won us over with the fisher price record player perched at the front of the stage.

a.P.a.t.T are pretty central to the Class A Audio nights up in Liverpool and they’re so ridiculously entertaining to watch that it’s easy to see why. Their live set is perfectly orchestrated chaos, with white uniformed band members switching places and instruments between and even during the songs. My high point in Friday’s show was the dawning realisation that the song they introduced as a “pogues cover” was actually Pantera’s “Fucking Hostile” twisted around a manic accordion and made their own.

There are apparently some plans for another Stig/a.P.a.t.T tour this year, and if it goes ahead I’ll make damn sure I don’t miss it.

Not very advance warning, but there’s a stig show tonight in Stoke Newington.

I will be going.

BBC NEWS | England | Web revellers wreck family home

Police said a teenage girl used the social networking site MySpace to advertise the party while her parents were away from home on Easter Monday.

The 17-year-old’s mother has described the party as “house rape” and called the revellers “worse than animals”.

Does MySpace make a difference or have teenage kids always been able to light the blue touch paper through word of mouth and turn a suburban house into a burnt out roman candle in less than three hours?

Please insert your anecdotes from Hugh’s party of legend here.