Howdy-do-dy ICEsters! Just thought we’d rush out a quick update on all things ICE & beautiful (you’ll get used to the boldy upper case ICE thing - its something I picked up in advertising 101 and which really should have cleared up by now, perhaps I need stronger antibiotics?).

Well, our collection of demics recovers well with the Rock’n’Roll Teddy Bear proving the most resilient of our intrepid band as the others continue to suffer from frozen shoulders, assorted sniffles and resentment that they cannot speak: ailments which have seen ICE appear as a 2 or 3 piece at a number of recent gigs. However, we are expecting a full igloo (ICE-house. You think that’s pretty damned lame huh? You should hear Paul’s “why did the koala fall out of the tree joke”) from the 25th onwards - those of you expecting to see us in Tod this weekend will be disappointed as the venue have had to cancel at the last moment - apparently the audience (Seth and Hildegard Lardferretbotham) are expecting a phone call from their long lost nephew (Brian) who lives in the most remotest part of the amazon you could imagine and where satellites are only in position to provide a phone signal once every 27.65 years!

The following weekend is to be spent at the seaside. Oh ICE do like to be beside the seaside (ad infinitum) with Morecambe on the saturday followed by Bfest which is somewhere near Blackpool on the sunday. Sadly we’ve discovered that Bfest isn’t actually a fry up. Oh well…

‘Cos the koala was dead by the way

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