The Gluerooms is bbbbbbbback!

Way back, in the age old time of yore when I was still single, youthful, took way way too many drugs on week nights and lived in a shared household of like minded 'artistic' types, I, along with friends and founder Mic Shaw, helped run The Gluerooms, an experimental noise and art and weird stuff night. It was constantly hilarious, occasionally painful, but always £3 on the door and £2.99 if you was a student. 


Well, times moved on, the pub we did it in turned into a shit version of a good pub (ok, that's a bit harsh, its not too bad really) and it became clear it wouldn't work there any more. We grew up, ish, went off to do other things and... blah blah blah BUT NOW WE'RE BACK!


Anyhow, this is important, as the whole reason I do what I do in what I laughably call 'my career', is down to The Gluerooms. When I left my fine art course at Goldsmiths, I hated art. Well, I hated their idea of it, and kind of still do. So I didn't do anything vaguely creative with my hands (though that depends on who you ask fnar fnar... sorry) for several years, till Mic asked me If I'd like to do the posters. So I did... and here I am. 


So of course, I'm doing them again.

Who couldn't love an anteater in fucking jumper for gods sake? you'd have to be dead or something.