The Volcanic Ash clouds have effected pretty much all of us now. Some, like our sales rep Nick, have had a terrible time; stranded by a swimming pool with their girlfriend, forced to turn a 3 week holiday into a month long jaunt in the sun. We feel for you buddy. Stay Strong. Back here in Blighty we’ve been working on a little launch party for our Nash collab for a short while, a ‘hot minute’ if you will. The booze sponsor was sorted, venues agreed, everything ready to go. And then, of course, the ash clouds hit and transport ground to a halt and before we knew it we had a product launch without said product. Not really a party, more of a par.
But we’re used to setbacks so after a few phone calls we had a Plan B. We persuaded Kenneth aka Mergs to design a T shirt in less than a day. All he had was the word Volcanic Gash. This is what he came up with, pretty darn good considering…
So Friday morning we all headed down to Bristol bright and early. Except for Nash, who missed the coach. After a couple of hours of beer in the sun we set up the exhibition, mixed some drinks and got down to the serious business of celebrating a T-shirt that didn’t really exist. From here on I’ll let the pictures do the talking but let me just say a big thanks to Ken, Session, Jamie & Tom from Donuts for making this happen. The Tees are available instore at Donuts or online here.
Team Second Son, not big on individuality...
The man, The T-shirt, The Party
We installed a photo exhibition which you can see for the next few weeks instore at Donuts.
Session aka Noisses aka Darren Day played instore.
This is the back print to the T. Norwegian Death Metal style.
It got Rambo.
And then the free booze ran out.
So it turned BYOB. Girls with bottles of Courvoisier are a good look. Though it would seem that Courvoisier has some unwanted side effects. Namely that you talk utter shit and become really annoying.
Ben got everyone drinking some piss-poor whiskey called High Commisioner.
Hey guys, saying 'no homo' doesn't make this un-homo. It's homo. We're ok with it, we just wish you were.
Bristol is not the scumhole I remembered it to be. Rather nice in places. Around 11pm Nash shut his party down with some in-promptu ex-GF antics. We laughed, we cried. And then we went to Thekla.
Noisses was given the 3am slot. Great so 3 hours to kill on a boat full of ravers. At first it sucked.
But then it got good. Or I got drunk. I think it was both.
Maybe it's an age thing. Our interns loved it. Their responsibilities include processing orders, packing boxes and throwing shapes in front of 300 ravers.
Our boy Wil is particularly fond of the latter.
I've got to say Noisses' set was pretty epic. I felt I was back in the 'Rave Days'. Or in that Richard Curtis shitpiece The Boat That Rocked but with dubstep and not rock. And cool kids not cunts. Basically we were on a boat.
Aaaah Nash and Session. Both assaulted by a special lady if I remember rightly...
There's some good Tees coming out of Bristol. It's definitely worth checking out African Apparel in Donuts. Their Bob Marley T-shirt is fucking rad.
Tough job this one, kicking everyone out. They did allow us one encore though...'Good Morning Boys and Girls....'
Girls love DJs..............and Darren Day. Thanks to everyone that made it. Especially the guys from the Daily Street for making the long haul down from London, Ken and Session for services beyond the call of duty. And last but not least Jamie and Tom from Donuts. Cheers guys.