No go, La Momo

Well, we tried to go and see the brill La Momo at the Freebutt on Saturday night but timed it wrong and ended up missing their set, so we went upstairs to the Penthouse for Miss Pain's L'Amour Electronique instead, which was not as good as it had been previously. By then we'd most of us drunk too much (wine and Alsacian beer over at Anne-So's and Sam, first, where we had a barbecue on the balcony and burnt two great holes into the floor. Erk). And the club thing dashed by fairly fuzzily - it was the kind of club night where no-one could muster up much enthusiasm for the proceedings, so we pushed ourselves along by making paper aeroplanes, those fold-down pictures where everyone takes a body part (my robot torso I liked, incidentally) and draws it (with horrific results). I snapped a circuit board in half which was a bit dumb. Miss Pain tried to look cheerful but they looked all dressed up with nowhere to go.