Looky looky! Pictures...

Hello pop fans,

Here today we got us some of them new fangled photograms what was taken last Friday the 17th of February. I don't understand this ungodly sorcery myself but somehow a photogramographer called Mr. Robert Dore managed to get a likeness of us with a magic flashing plastic box. It's the devil's work I tells you. Go see...

First off, all these lovely girls came to see us.



More pretty ladies.


I'm thinking those two girls on the right must be sisters. Yep, Sherlock Holmes here.


Now, this is us.


Who'd a thunk it? A big cardboard sign for Batman Begins make the perfect facade for an evil alien sex pervert lair. Had us fooled anyway.


"He's lucky, I'm lucky, the bannister's* lucky.". Mairead gives it a bit of incestuous maid.
(*Bannister not pictured for reasons of invisibility).

Yeah, well, you don't know where she threatened to stick her feather duster.

Jen rocks the Timewarp (the magic growing pink bow-tie has been taken away for downsizing - that mofo just keeps getting bigger each week).

Paula working the Translyvanian/Matrix/Blue Brothers cross-over thing.

And now for Aidan's favourite part of the night... It's Nudieeeee Time!

Marc (Frank) looking kinda arty.... Or underexposed. Meh, you decide.


Rubber gloves - this year's Ugg boot. You heard it here first.
I sort of like the way this picture looks like you're seeing it through night vision goggles. Hmm.



"Hello God? It's me, Frank. I've been such a good boy, I haven't seduced, murdered or eaten anyone all day. Please make my monster big and blonde and willing. Pleeeeeese? I promise to go to Mass every Sunday and give all my old corsets to the homeless. Thank you. Hugs and bubbles, Frankie xxx"


Why is Brad laughing? This is proper scary, like...


Somehow, the big wheely colourdy thing disappeared from this photo. We'll just have to use our imagination so.
Is it just me or does it look like Frank is one-handedly milking a gigantic imaginary cow? No? Ok then.


You're in for it now boy... the rodgering of your life. Mwaahahah!


I think I just caught sight of my hair in a mirror.


Hey, it's hard work being an undercover alien handyman. Brother needs a rest sometimes...


Wayne (Eddie) would do anything for love. But he won't do that.


Still catching flies...


"When a man loves a specially created love clone". Ah, we're all for same-sex unions here at Voyeuristic Intention...


I know, that's my breasticle there and I look right fat. But the rest of the picture is kind of cool and cinematic so feck it.


Paula (Dr. Scott) still refusing to explain what a zumzink is.


"You're a hotdog, but you'd better not try to hurt her, Frank Furter." Marc laughs in the face of sausage related insults.

Ha ha ha.

Yeah, just like that.


Like every good transvestite master and overlord, Frank likes to listen carefully to the petitions of his minions, before dashing their hopes with a crushing putdown.


Aisling does a quick Columbia stand in for the Floorshow.


Hoots mon! Riff Raff reveals his Scottish heritage.


Ok, ok, give us a break, our proper spacesuits aren't ready yet. In the meantime. Magenta is going for the Diana Ross in the 1980s look and Riff Raff favours the oven ready chicken vibe. It's all good...


"And I can see, OH, blue skies, through the tears, im my eyes." Sob... don't go Frankie.


That's it, hope you like them. Oh, and hello to Sean, our MC and Criminologist. I forgot to mention him in previous posts and I'm mortified. Sorry Sean! I'll try to get a pic of you up if I can find one. Hold please...

Piccy

Here's an old picture of our Magenta & Riff Raff, aka Mairead & PJ. Look at the intensity on their evil space alien faces. Oh yes, they've come to kick your ass. With, eh, an old silicone gun. Oh yeah, they gonna seal you up good and proper, bitch - no leaks. Shower tray stylee. Be afraid.



We should have our new improved space suits soon, due to some deathly cool gold quilted lame from London. Pics of that as soon as we have them.

Our new flyers

Wahey! Our new flyers wot is going to print on Monday...

Front


Back


I know, the black & red colour scheme is a cliche but 2 colour printing is cheaper.

Edit: They look a bit pants in those pictures, damn RGB jpegs - but they'll be fabulous in reality!

Slippery when wet

So, we've had two rather excellent shows since the last post. Word seems to be getting out about our undeniable fabulousity (eh, maybe that's not a real word) and the denizens of Naas, Newbridge and even as far away as Navan (woot! it's a palindrome) are flocking in their tens of, er, tens to see our bottoms. Yes, we're quite the thing in towns beginning with N. Quite the thing.

I'll outline the details of the past two shows because that seems to be all the rage with the blogger kids these days. Details I mean, not our show.

From the mists of time and my foggy memory - Friday 27th of January 2006:
Well, we all arrived at the Dara cinema, (www.daracinema.com, that's for Fran, the cinema manager!) and found that there were people there. Real people. With heads and arms and knees. And quite a few of them at that. And how nice they all were. We had a couple from Poland who were particularly lovely and laughed their way through the whole film and didn't mind at all when Ross (our lovely Rocky) waggled his gold hotpant-clad crotch in their faces. Sure why would they, says you. And you should have seen the audience when Marc (the best Frank this side of Tim Curry) threw off his cape. They loved it, the dirty feckers. Well, it's not every day you get to see a 6'5" 18 year old in corset and suspenders (although, to be fair, you could see it every week if you came to our show).

Mairead (Magenta), Jen (Columbia), PJ (Riff Raff), Aidan (Brad), Wayne (Eddie and Dr. Scott that week) kicked muchos arse also, with Mags and Riff Raff's elbow sex being particularly realistic (what?! you've never done elbow sex?! you ain't lived mate!). They'll have no-one but themselves to blame if they get an elbowly transmitted disease. Long sleeves - you know it makes sense.

The evening also saw the initiation of Non-Life Threatening Injury Fortnight, with Ross falling arse over tit over a bunch of folding chairs, me (Janet/Slapper/Slut, yeah, yeah, sticks and stones, etc..) getting kicked in the head during the pool scene and me in turn poking Marc in the eye with my pointy nails mere seconds later. Luckily there was plenty of joke blood around for the necessary emergency transfusions.
Ah, the fun we had. All the peoples there shook our hands after. Like I said - loverly folks.


Friday 3rd of February 2006

Now, this was last Friday's show (see what I did there, yep, advanced date calculation my friends). Even bigger crowd in, although they were a little quieter. Well, some of them were, some others weren't and did very bold things in clear view of the whole cinema. I'd love to put the picture of the guy in question up here sometime and warn everyone to not ever shake hands with him, you don't know where it's been (although we emphatically do!). Eugggggh!
Non-Life Threatening Injury Fortnight continued on a smaller scale with me falling hard on my rear after slipping on some orangey stuff while running round during Planet Schmanet Janet (it's just a song in the film where I have to run around like a twat). Thank god I've been padding that baby up good over the years, almost in anticipation of such an eventuality and no lasting damage occured to my Buns of Steel (ok, ok, Buns of Jelly).
So, yeah, it went pretty well apart from that. Although our Floorshow still looks like a gang of drunk middle-aged office workers kick dancing to "New York, New York" in a country nightclub at 2am. This is mainly down to me fucking it up by unfailingly going the wrong side every time. But I'm working on it!

Our costumes are going to be kick ass very soon. Stick with us for updates!