Tonight, we had the huge pleasure of being the closing act of the PUMP 999 Photography Exhibit, to celebrate 999 days of PUMP! Al Veryard, the ludicrously talented power behind PUMP Photography, has taken some - if not all - of the best photos of Gay Bum over the last five years. He is also th...
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I love Airbnb, but the booking process is deeply culturally insensitive towards English people. By the time we've penned an informal yet appropriately polite booking request (complete with apologies for potential slight inconveniences) then rewritten it multiple times to ensure we are using vocab...
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Last night was Gay Bum's first time playing in Reading, and we did so at the Face Bar. 'tis an excellent venue! Great people, wonderful sound, and cheap Polish beer for sale at the off license around the corner. The only problem with cheap Polish beer is that if you drink all of it (followed b...
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It finally happened. After a lifetime of writing nonsense, I finally managed to focus for long enough to write a whole book. It's still nonsense, and looks like no other book you've ever seen in your life...but I love it. It's based on the characters and island invented by Darrell Thorpe of D...
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Herein lies the recipe for parsnip and parmesan soup, as passed down from generation to generation of mighty Guildsmen who like their soups like they like their gold: golden. If, like me, you find the whole process of food preparation to be a needless waste of time, just do this: HACK: slice s...
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--- This post is adapted from a letter I wrote to a lovely man called Carl, who received my book A Rum Run Awry as a father’s day gift. When I came to write up the story for my blog, I realised that my letter to Carl was close to being the best summary I was capable of writing, so here it is. ---...
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This evening, Gay Bum played our first show since Tattoo Jam 2015 - and also our longest set EVER! NINETY MINUTES! That's headline shit, man. Headline shit. Here are a couple of videos: Sure, sure. We infamously once played for 3 hours - but that involved a lot of repeated songs, an...
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After 96 intense hours, the days leading up to and including Tough Guy 2016 have finally released me from their carnival of madness. I don't have the words to describe them. I really don't. Possibly because I am physically and mentally exhausted, but possibly also because the descriptive potentia...
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After a year of battle (on the day before my birthday) I have finally been crowned KING OF LUCHA CHAOS! "Down in London, in the very weird world of the RetroFutureVerse, Freddie Mercurio became a two-time Lucha Britannia champion, downing Cassius in the main event of a show which also featured Ma...
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Dear Mr. Hilfiger, Earlier this year (2015), I bought some of your jeans. They barely made it to November before falling to pieces. Is this to be expected? Please, allow me to briefly clarify the extent of the devastation: The entire crotch has disintegrated. It is no exaggeration to say I c...
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Two years ago, I announced on this blog that I was "working on something". Well, it's finally finished - and you can pre-order it right here, right now! It's a 300+ page, fully illustrated adventure diary, written by me and set in the world of Darrell Thorpe's illustrations. And it looks a...
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IT HAS BEEN ONE YEAR SINCE MY DEBUT AT LUCHA BRITANNIA! And what a year it has been... It really should try to compile some of my favourite moments... For the meantime, this will have to do: Merry xmas and a happy winter holiday from El Nordico Fuego! I'll be back and tearing it up at ...
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[gallery type="rectangular" ids="7137,7134"] Another month of Lucha Britannia mayhem has come and gone - this time with none other than Juventud Guerrera on the show! Sadly, I didn't get to work with him again, like at Wahaca. This time around, El Nordico Fuego found himself in yet another Luc...
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Here's a turn-up for the books! Lucha Britannia was asked to perform at Wahaca's Day of the Dead Festival: 12 hours of bone shaking music, food art and culture, celebrating contemporary Mexico, the living and the dead. After putting on a lucha libre workshop during the afternoon, we tore it up...
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Today I had a realisation that will change my life. Wait. 'Realisation' is the wrong word. I realised this thing a very long time ago. This morning, however, was the first time I have genuinely believed in it - to the extent that I was compelled to take action. And compelled I was! I dres...
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I am not a Spartan Race World Champion. Let's just clear that up right now. Anybody could pay to enter the race in Lake Tahoe and not run in the elite wave. Indeed, about 10,000 people did exactly that - myself included, side by side with Scott and Amber Keneally. I say "side by side". I mean...
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"A Guildsman does not train for events. He wanders the Earth being mighty. He performs feats as fleeting extensions of his power. Like flexing." So sayeth the Guildsman's handbook, the code by which I live. Today, however, I am feeling a tad apprehensive about my blasé approach to physical challe...
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Today is the day I fly to L.A. Waking up is a multi-tiered and painful process. It begins at some ungodly hour, when Vikki's alarm goes off. She is catching a very early train to Birmingham. By the time she has her lunch, I will be mid-air. In a plane, hopefully. I wake up again when Vikki...
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Over the last few weeks, I have been doing some camp wrestling. I know what you're thinking: all wrestling is pretty camp, Ed. Yes, you're right. It's acting, darlings. SHOWBIZ! Entertainment always: panto at a push. What I am referring to, however, is wrestling FOR camps. Summer camps. It's g...
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Last weekend, Gay Bum made a SEVEN HOUR DRIVE to Doncaster to play at Tattoo Jam and the associated Tattoo Masters Ball. We were invited up after we played at the Great British Tattoo Show and, much to everybody's surprise, were actually a little bit good at what we do. Who would have guessed, a...
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