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We've moved...

2011-06-09T07:10:00.000-07:00

to here!

See you on t'flipside! xx

Some bloody amazing album covers

2011-04-04T17:35:00.000-07:00

Most of the best ones include family bands, puppets and Christians...you do the math

I request: Yes

Rhythm like a BOSS

My new role model

More like 'Cor! Try keeping the bitches away!'

Stupid Christian virgins

Self explanatory really

When one Steve Warren simply isn't enough

Could be a tad more Smylie

Well, just YES!

If God was gonna fight, he would defo use karate

No, no I don't

Ahhhhh! Blossoming teens growing hair and bumps in new places

Thank YOU Mike, thank you

WHAAAAAA???!!!

As IF Jesus likes fat people

Zip, zap, rape

Man o PHWAOR!

...

What is he a doctor of? What doesn't he want to quit? Why is it so hard? So many questions.

Sure

Oh haiiiii Dan!

Cannot think of a caption that would make this any better

Amen to that!

Swooooon!

Plastic Assasinistic

2011-04-04T15:17:00.000-07:00

Some jokes photos by Mariel Clayton

I'm in Essex Girl!

2011-03-31T07:06:00.000-07:00

Not every member of Femme Ferale/Rebel Bingo got to go to Miami...therefore I have been learning about vajazzling rather than hanging out with movie stars...

NO CARBS BEFORE MARBS!!

<3 Luki

I'm in Miami Bitch!

2011-03-31T02:30:00.000-07:00

Well I was. it was hot and fun and good. A lot of shit went down but here it is in brief....

Stayed in a sick hotel called the Mondrian, it was bliss to come home to, so unlike when I was travelling Europe post A levels and stayed in Fuengirola(a destination for red faced, pie eating British football hooligans) in a damp basement, where someone's old turd wouldn't flush down the loo, also that day we had seen a seagull with a dead pigeon in it's mouth smashing it against the pavement. This was a lot better.

I went bike riding

and to a suspiciously male pool party

where I met Charlie Partridge the II

if you don't know Charlie P, you should because you are missing out, he's quite a guy.

I also met Cuba Gooding Junior at the Shore Club, I am usually quite cool around schlebs but this guy was Hollywood baby and starred in one of the sickest films of the 90s 'Boys in the Hood', basically I gushed at him, apaz he was in town to play ice hockey, which seemed ironic since it was sizzling.

serious photo with Cuba

smiley photo with Cuba, sure.

Coz, we were away from home, we had to get randoms, to temp as our best friends, I liked this one, she claimed she dealt weed to P Diddy.
Cowper got bored of the popularity we were having after a while and started signalling to prospective new friends to call him, he knew they didn't have his number.

I also met Ultra Nate, she reminded me of a decorative egg, i liked her.

MIAMI- TE QUIERO MUCHO!

Anita Win
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Aishwarya- Diva of the Day

2011-03-31T01:40:00.000-07:00

It is my birthday today (I am 18 again). Birthdays are rubbish if you do not make a party out of them. Tomorrow I will hold a party celebrating all things Bollywood. I could not do this without taking time to salute Aishwarya Rai, one of the Queens of Bollywood, an amazing dancer and of course ridiculously beautiful.

Aishwarya, I salute you!

Anita Win
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God supports The Breast Milk Baby

2011-03-30T04:36:00.001-07:00

You heard, there's a breast milk baby...you would think it was creepy if God hadn't endorsed it, but it has, so that's cool.

You can buy one here

Wow...Super Awesome!

2011-03-30T03:47:00.000-07:00

This is jokes

Tasty Snacks with Fit Boys

2011-03-22T08:56:00.001-07:00

Ryan does Scotch Eggs...

You will need;

8 medium eggs

450g sausage meat or 8-10 good-quality sausages, split from their skins

Large handful of parsley, finely chopped

4 sage leaves, finely chopped

1 tsp English mustard powder

Grated zest of 1 lemon

Fine sea salt and freshly ground black pepper

2 packs streaky bacon

Hazelnuts

50g plain flour

2 eggs, lightly beaten

150g fine breadcrumbs

Oil, for frying

Here is how it should be done

One day animals with breed with humans

2011-03-18T14:40:00.000-07:00

And there will be buff tings...hopefully

Either that or weird mutants who want to probe you with their antennas

One reason to eat your 5 a day

2011-03-15T10:51:00.001-07:00

Miss March!

2011-03-02T12:02:00.000-08:00

Get you Luki Luck March calendar HERE!!!

What happens on tour stays on tour...

2011-02-19T15:37:00.000-08:00

unless somebody films it

Our biggest fan

2011-01-31T06:17:00.000-08:00

- Luki Luck x

Word up, ow

2011-01-25T15:09:00.000-08:00

A little interview we did for Playful Promises...sure

PS

Beyonce is FIT

If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did

2011-01-25T15:03:00.000-08:00

Got my nails did today at Wah

It's a licorice allsorts jungle out there

Anita Win on Gambling

2011-01-10T00:53:00.000-08:00

I want to talk to you about gambling, now before I begin, I think it’s important to make clear that I am not claiming to be any kind of high roller although it is precisely the notion I could be that got me into trouble.

After 3 weeks of living in a hotel in Vegas (a strange experience punctuated by grannies in sequins, the ping ping ping of slot machines and lots of tits) our friends joined us in the City of Sin. Before their arrival, we had visited many of the casinos, the strip isn’t really as big as we’d thought. There were 2 though, that we had saved visiting until our friends arrived…’The Wynn' and 'The Encore'

Now there is gambling everywhere in Vegas, Vegas is gambling. But the thing about Vegas is that the grandness of many of the casino’s exteriors is not to be found inside them. In fact most of the casinos are exactly the same inside smoky and dingy with carpet that looks like a paisley camouflage system for piss, shit and vomit. No one gives a shit about this usually coz they are pissed out their face on the 99 cents Margaritas being served in there.
I mean there are exceptions; The Bellagio, Caesar’s palace are more plush but still have a sense of tackiness about them. In fact I what am i saying,? I worship a bit of grand tackiness so am not berating those places, but, sometimes I have this urge to be glamorous and glide about in beautiful surroundings and the Wynn satisfied that urge.

Don’t get me wrong The Wynn has it’s fair share of scantily clad cheap looking girls stumbling through awkwardly in their heels, pulling down their skirts as they go but in terms of somewhere to get dressed up and go gambling this ticked all the boxes. And that is what we did…

My boyfriend told me he has set aside a good amount to gamble with and was practically bursting with excitement at the thought.

As is many a girl’s dream, mine was that I would be the glamorous girl who floated over, kissed the dice and won my man big money.

So I dressed in my piece de resistence, a Chinese dress of purple velvet with intricate hand embroidery and many, many sequins, he dressed in a tux

and along with our equally dazzling friends, we hit The Wynn. We walked into a fairy lit forest of a walkway, past couture shops into a room of vibrant red, Chinese in theme, with red chandeliers and huge butterflies adorning the walls.

First we drank delicious cocktails, they were strong, we were getting drunk….

(so drunk we'd even forgotten we'd had the moron in the glasses following us about)
The drinks in Vegas are strong, they will get you drunk, very drunk.

Alcohol impairs your judgment, makes you more likely to take risks and overly excitable about everything.

Everyone knows that. So even if you were just going out for the drink, the drink will likely make you gamble. So yes although it was just my boyfriend and I that had the strong intention of gambling, soon enough we all hit the floor and were throwing money across tables. And everyone was winning. The atmosphere was struck by some kind of fever a contagious fever of elation and euphoria(seriously…we were drunk and winning money)

I however felt as though I was the queen of the night. My boyfriend was handing me $100 bills to place on black or red and I was winning every time, I made him a grand very quickly.

‘Just living up to my name’ I thought, I am Anita Win after all. In fact I believed that I was the luckiest girl alive and that this was some kind of talent. I. Could. Not. Lose. This was further proved when my friend Jess decided to not take my advice and lost. She then believed too that I was some kind of luck guru. This was the beginning signs of us being disillusioned about the true realities of gambling.

Gambling is a game of chance and there is no way we can influence chance, no matter how hard we may try.

We ended the night on a high and our minds muddied by grand delusions of gambling prowess. We danced till our feet ached and ate till her bellies nearly popped and went to bed.

The conclusion? Gambling is a lot of fun. And yes, gambling can be a lot of fun…when you’re winning.

But even winning can have it’s ugly side. My boyfriends first night in vegas had inevitably led to a few flutters and I had been his Lady Luck that night too, that was when we discovered my supposed ‘talent’ for winning. I’d heard him say that if I won for him I’d get a cut and I was sure that’s what he had said. In retrospect I had been very drunk so he may have said something like that. Whatever was said or not the time came around when I had helped him win a nice packet and I asked for my cut, a squabble ensued until we realized that our argument was ridiculous. It hurt neither of us to be without this bonus cash because we would spend it together anyway.

We had been so high off the alcohol and gambling, we’d run away with ourselves, got catty, got greedy and selfish.

Me more so because in fact I should have said no to any cut because the winnings were from his money and it is was not as if he wouldn't treat me. The whole thing seemed to spin off the act of gambling. We were careful after that.

But then my boyfriend left and I was left alone to my own devices. I walked across the casino floor and a feeling rose in me, a careless desire to take a risk, a small one, $20. I mean for goodness sake I had won hundreds of dollars for my boyfriend. I could just have a quick play and have double what I started with, it was a joke really, why wouldn’t I do it?

So I walked over to the table, I put the $20 down on red and as the roulette wheel turned so did my stomach. Every time I’d played with my boyfriend’s money, I’d been so sure but now, now I wasn’t sure, I wasn’t sure at all and, and, and…and it landed on black. The croupier scooped up my chips and my heart sank. $20 may not be a world of money but to me it felt like I’d lost everything. I couldn’t quite come to terms with it I, had lost. Me?! But I didn’t lose, I was lucky. really lucky. I was the girl who never lost. 100% win rate… but not anymore. It seemed that maybe I only won when gambling with other people’s money? For a while after my loss I believed that this was the order of things but this notion was later scuppered when my friend Steve visited and I lost him a hundred bucks by providing him with my ‘lucky’ opinion. So I lost. I lost, I lost, I lost. And it was these words that spun round my head like an out of tune carousel as we carried on with our social engagements of the night, I soon became engulfed by this sentiment of failure, the polar opposite to my feelings of victory and elation. All night the words spun round, much like the roulette wheel that had began this very obsession. Drinks came my way and I danced a little but the my mind carried on twisting with a nagging desire. A desire to win back my loss. I mean there was no way I could lay my head down on my pillow that night a loser.

Gambling is compulsive, even more so when you’re losing.

So we returned to the hotel, our abode of the time. And as I walked through the glass door the chiming chorus of the slot machines and musty air smacked me in the face. I turned to look at Luki and she was absolutely plastered. We had just finished our renditition of ‘Vogue’ by Madonna in our taxi home. We had drowned out Madonna completely and gone into full on dance routines in our various positions in the car, holding onto roofs and banging into windows. It had been pretty envigorating and very fun. So alcohol was running through our systems and we were in high spirits again. I was tempted to hit the floor but what if I lost again? I was unsure my heart could take it. Luki turned to me…”hand me your money” she said. I am gonna win it back again!” I hesitated, “ Really? You feel lucky? You think you can do this??” her reply was very certain and brimming with confidence, “Yes, I can definitely do it”. This answer was enough because it fitted in perfectly with my idea that winning was about instinctive feelings of certainty and luck before you placed the bet and that there was more chance of victory when someone else bets with your money.

Within seconds we were at the roulette table, we had glided there as if we were a pair of blood thirsty phantoms. Life was exciting again, we were in for the kill and as the wheel turned I forced Luki to look in my eyes which was difficult as it made us want to crease up in fits of giggles but this is what I had done with my boyfriend and so this was a must-do for good luck. It began to slow and, and, and, and there it was!!! She WON for ME!! There were hugs and cheers. She put aside what we’d started with and hit again. Now putting aside your money you started with is a good idea.

If you put aside the money you started with after your first win then you cannot walk away with a loss as you are playing with the house’s money.

The wheel spun again and again she won! Then again!! I looked at the chips and couldn’t believe it, sat in front of me was a tasty little profit! And that is where it should have ended. I began to walk away and Luki’s voice rang in my ears, “Lets do more, come on”. I wasn’t sure but instead of saying no outright, I turned to her and said “are you sure? You really feel that lucky?” I looked straight at her and she boomed “Yes!” as she turned swiftly, grabbing my arm and frogmarching me to the blackjack table. And she won again! But then she lost. “I’ll get it back” she said, “I’ll get it back” she repeated adamantly. Her confidence in the matter seemed unshakeable.

All the while the Bloody Marys kept coming and as her speech began to slur more my money slowly dwindled. Soon enough the money put inside was being used to rectify the matter. I was mortified. I felt it was time take a hold of my destiny again. I was down. I blamed Luki, gambling makes you do this, blame others when in it can only be your fault because ultimately you are the one that makes the final decision!

I felt my hand burrowing into my wallet drunkenly, foolishly and in one haphazard movement I drew out more notes. Within seconds the notes were chips and I was playing now, playing for my life. I needed to resolve this problem. But it was no good, I lost and lost and lost again, I couldn’t stop. I was falling deeper and deeper and could not seem to claw myself back out. Everyone told me to stop and for a long while I didn’t listen, couldn’t listen but eventually I had to listen. I couldn’t lose anymore. I couldn’t afford to. And that was it the thrill of gambling was over for me. Luki meanwhile had managed to lift herself out of a brief dip in her own success, during this dip she had seen no issue in asking the man next to her to lend her some chips, promising she would win them back for him, she hadn’t.

Gambling will make you beg, borrow and steal for the thrill of the win.

Sooooo… I was maybe not the world’s most luckiest lady when it came to gambling, I’d had my night, as many people do. I had felt on top of the world, as any red blooded human would when on a winning streak, because there is nothing quite like winning. But I had also felt like I had hit rock bottom when my luck had run dry because there is nothing worse than losing.

I especially am a sore loser. And the feeling I had felt on my losing night and steered me clear of the gambling tables for good but ultimately I always had the wrong attitude for gambling. See, if you want to have fun gambling, you have to be ready to lose and you have to abandon yourself to fate. Because you know, in the end…

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS.

Anita Win

RAK, now a mere memory...

2011-01-08T06:07:00.001-08:00

The Hackney Food Photography Company

2011-01-05T15:27:00.000-08:00

My acting début with the comic tour de force that is ROBIN AND PARTRIDGE
xxxx

More Stuff We Did In Vegas (Including an indecent proposal)

2010-12-23T16:50:00.000-08:00

Met Vince Neil and Mr Cooper

SEMA

Hoover Dam

Midget Mr T

Dodgeball

Gun Shooting; Hand Gun, Baretta, AK 47 (x2)

Shark Tank Swimming Pool Water Slide

The Biggest Souvenir Shop In The World

Beer Pong

Cowboy Christmas

Dolphins

Fun Fair

Wedding

Jojo

Siegfried & Roy's Secret Garden

Grand Canyon

As well as...CSI Experience, Aquarium, The Bronx, Latin Grammys, Racist Comedy, Crazy Girls titty show (x2), Black Jack, Flight Line, Jubilee Showgirls (x2), Roulette, Bloody Marys, Triumph (It Runs on Steam), Prostitutes, Tournament Of Kings, Karaoke, Margaritas, Swingers Club, Peppermill

THE INDECENT PROPOSAL...
We were walking through the Casino on our way to shoot some some guns, when a dude who looked exactly like this...

said he would give me $5000 to play Black Jack with him for an hour in the high rollers room cos he had just won like $50,000 on the Horse Racing.

Obviously, the first thing I said was 'OK", I'm not gonna turn down the chance of 5 Grand am I?

Then he started saying that I had to come alone, I was still into it.

Then he started holding my hand, fine. Just thinking about the dinero.

Then he asked if he could give me a kiss on the cheek. Arrrggghhhh, I went along with it, boak.

Then he asked if I would sit on his knee. Here is where I said no, and told him I was engaged.

Finally, he said he could just pay me $5000 to give him a massage in his room.

Then I scarpered.

The question I ask is, how far would YOU go?

Luki Fortune Over And Out

Our children will form a family band

2010-11-30T14:24:00.000-08:00

James Flames always had one Rebel Bingo rule which was not to be broken; Thou Shalt Not Have Intra Bingo Relations.

I had ignored this rule once and this lead to a very awkward time for all involved in URBC. However, sometimes, when the love is strong enough, it goes beyond what is right or wrong.

And now I feel it is time to tell you, FREDDIE FORTUNE AND I ARE IN LOVE!

After a very emotional proposal in Venice, (how lucky we were that somebody happened to take a photo of this milestone moment in our lives), we eventually tied the knot at the Viva Las Vegas wedding chapel on 26th November.

It was all very exciting. I had my three hoe bag bridesmaids (including Anita) help me get ready, and then James (my stand in Daddy for the day who gave me away - god riddance he'd probably say) drove us all to the chapel.

My palms were sweaty, I felt sick, but at least I looked peng-a-leng.

That's the main thing right?

Within half an hour, Elvis had married us and we were all doing a celebratory dance to 'Viva Las Vegas' as man and wife. The best man and wife evs.

Our wedding breakfast was 1000ft in the air at Stratosphere, where we had our first dance.

This was the best day of my life.

This is the day after, following our consummation that morning.

The wedding was still the best day of my life.

Peace
Luki Fortune-Luck xoxo

Buried in the Desert - The Story of how Rebel Bingo Beat the System in Vegas

2010-11-15T19:10:00.000-08:00

Arrived in Las Vegas, two suitcases and a bingo cage full of dreams. Luki & Anita arrive from London. Here we are in FABULOUS Las Vegas. What will become of us. We are living in a hotel room together.

I had started drinking heavily after we got busted by the the feds a few weeks before, and hadn't stopped till now. Luki & Anita had had a month long farewell party. We were all a bit of a mess.

We had come to Vegas to detox. We are the only people in the world who have ever attempted to this.

Fast forward to the opening night of The Underground Rebel Bingo Club in Las Vegas.

The 'underground phenomeon' from London. The 'underground legend' from New York City. The dangerous experiment with marker pens and alcohol that changes peoples lives, that sends people crazy, that speaks to their inner core with the black magic that is rebel bingo.

fml.

There were 20 people in the audience. The 20 people were fucking cool people.Sheena, who lived in Brooklyn but has moved to Las Vegas, had bought 10 of them, and they had fucking blast. Vince Neil from Motley Crue was there too. He had a fucking blast.

But something was amiss. 20 people? Rebel Bingo had fucked it up.

We had forgotten to tell anyone that we were coming to Las Vegas.

The boss of the hotel calls us in his office. He says, 'have you printed fliers?', we say we don't like fliers. 'Posters?', we don't like posters. 'Billboards?', we say YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND REBEL BINGO - WE DON'T TELL ANYONE, YOU DON'T TELL ANYONE, NOONE MUST TELL ANYONE ABOUT REBEL BINGO. BILLBOARDS? POSTERS? FLIERS? GET OUT OF MY FACE!

'Well' he says. If you don't get 200 people in that room next Friday, you will be coming with me into the desert, and we are going to dig a nice new whole to put a new sign in'. He's Sicilan. We scared.

In fact, what he really said was, 'If there aren't 200 people in that room next Friday, you have to leave Las Vegas. He was serious. This is the truth of what he said.

Fuuuucccccckkkk. We just got here. And we fucked it up.

We don't got no money. We don't got no plane fare. We don't got no billboards, or posters or fliers. Noone in Las Vegas knows us. We don't know noone. It's Monday. how can we get 200 people to The Underground Rebel Bingo Club in four days?

It was a strange feeling. We were trapped in our gilded cage. It was like being on a strange gameshow. It is impossible to get 200 people in 4 days. We would have to own up to ALL YOU guys that we had failed. The Underground Rebel Bingo Club had fucked it up and there was no way out. I felt like I had let everyone down. Sorry. how can we have let this happened?

This was the end of the Underground Rebel Bingo Club.

A knock at the door. It's Luki and Anita. They are dressed up. They are fucking smokin'.*** I say, girls it's midnight, what you want. I am going to drink a bottle of Vodka and throw myself off the balcony. Life means nothing. Rebel Bingo is dead. Move on. Get over it.

They look at each other and back at me. 'James Flames, this is the Underground Rebel Bingo Club, and it's time to get your motherfucking bingo on.'

We going to take over Vegas, from the inside, and we going to do it the Rebel Bingo way.

10 minutes later we in a taxi heading downtown. Downtown is louder, uglier, and funner than the strip. We had a tip off to go a place called the Griffin. This is where the hot young people of Vegas lurk. These are the people who think the strip is corny, the people who don't 'get' slot machines, the people who know how to party. The people who will wanna be part of the Underground Rebel Bingo Club. We hope.

We walk in. The place stops for one moment, to see these 3 English walk in. And the hubub continues. Our confidence takes a knock. These people don't know Rebel Bingo. They don't care about us. They don't understand Rebel Bingo. This is Las Vegas. They care about money and porsches, don't they? They want billboards. They want fliers. They wan't NEON SIGNS.

Luki and Anita force us all to down a large whisky. We take a deep breath. We look around the room and see some people we know would like it. And we walk up to them.

Can we tell you a story? They look back blankly. I start. I tell them about the church hall, the fucking tours, Brooklyn, London, THE NEW YORK BUST, the move to Vegas, the 20 people. I tell them that Rebel Bingo can change your life. They listen, they absorb, and I finish.

They stare back.

They stare back and then one speaks.

That is the coolest fucking thing I have ever heard. We will do anything we can do to help you stay in Vegas.

What?!

Fuuuccckkk. Could this work?

We fucking worked it that night, we must have gone to 15 different parties and bars, all with the same story, all with the same response. We met artists, musicians, DJ's, writers, photographers, designers, venue owners, students, business people, bar staff, strippers, interns, models, dancers, singers, it felt like we met everyone in Vegas. We set up meetings, we were passed contacts, we were driven to parties, walked into nightclubs. The doorgirls all listened to our story, the people in the nightclubs were standing around us and listening, and not just listening but acting and calling people and telling people and asking us how to help and giving us ideas. We were in bars, in clubs, in recording studios, in art galleries, backstage in hotels... we spoke to everyone we thought would want to be a part of rebel bingo.

And they saw that Rebel Bingo was dangerous.

And they wanted IN.

The rest of the week was like this, we were going to bed past dawn and catching up with sleep, going to meet extra people who wanted to get involved in the day then heading out at night. The most surreal moment for me was addressing a hundred dodgeball players in Desert Breeze park, Dodgeball Dave the organizer had invited us down (via Chris) and passed us a megaphone. I started to tell them about Rebel Bingo. They stopped what they were doing and they listened. By Thursday night we had told our story to hundreds of people. Messages were being passed from person to person by texts and emails. People were calling me and telling me they were unable to answer the phone because they had had too many calls about Rebel Bingo to get to the phone.

Rebel Bingo had asked the young cool people of Las vegas for help, and Las Vegas answered.

by the afternoon of Rebel Bingo Vegas, we were fucked UP. We had had no sleep. We had hangovers. I had lost my voice from talking to people in clubs. I was dizzy, I had smoked too many cigarettes. I was still drunk and I was taking ibruprofen. The girls were still beautiful but we all looked like we had been beat up.

And what if these people didn't turn up? What if they were just all talk?

Just all talk?

We fucking smashed it. They had to open the walls. There was too many people. It was too much fun. It was too crazy. It was too much anarchy. 200 people? Fuck you! 600+ people. People were getting thrown out. People were dancing on the stage and climbing up the walls. Shouting, swearing, changing their lives by playing Rebel Bingo.

It was The Underground Rebel Bingo Club business as usual and we are going to stay in Vegas.

NEXT VEGAS MEETING: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=165608313473760

Darn Tootin, we love shootin'

2010-11-15T03:44:00.000-08:00

Cher. Manilow. Rebel Bingo.

2010-11-01T22:22:00.000-07:00

So…we’re like totes living in Vegas now. Yeah, not really a big deal* or nuffink, we just totes do.

My first look at Vegas was through the windows of the limo that picked me up from the aeropuerto, I felt pretty big time. It was certainly different to the people carrier we went on tour in

What have we done… dressed up for Halloween on 4 different nights.

If you know me, you know that Halloween is my favourite day of the year, and if you like REEAAAALLLLYYY know me, then you’ll know I was ill for it last year and totally wasted my ‘Miss Carriage’ outfit – gutted.

(Ha! What a jokes pun, didn’t even mean to do that!)

So this more than made up for it.

Zombies,

Sugar Skulls

and Cholas.

Pretty good going.

Er, I spoke to Kip Winger on the phone.

If you're not familiar with the work of Kip and his band Winger, check THIS shit out!
You will not be disappointed!

Ummmmm, oh yeah.
Me and Neets bust out the running man in a club in down town Vegas. You might not believe this, BUT, the crowd formed a circle around us and started cheering us on. No shit.

What else, what else, what else.
Oooh, we had a jokes free meal in this posh Japanese restaurant where you have your own personal chef who cook the food right in front of you.
We had lobster, mussels, prawns and scallops. I was in fish heaven. Normally that's saved for when I'm going down on Anita's mum.

Anyhoo, that's all I can think of for now apart from general jokes and lots of casinos. Duh.

Laters Potatas

*It is DEFINITELY a big deal

BUSTED BY NYPD - the story of how we got busted

2010-10-27T22:43:00.000-07:00

You might notice i been laying low lately. I had to high tail it to las vegas. the only town that will let us operate, they turn a blind eye to the danger.

I JUST NEED YOU TO KNOW WE ARE COMING BACK TO NY.

In the meantime, VISIT ME IN EXILE IN VEGAS, AND SEND EVERYONE YOU KNOW MY WAY.

We are in a health & safety rmeeting room, off the main strip, in a faraway part of town.. ...but we got a sound system and some lights and some dirty fucking bingo.

tell your friends, if you are from NYC you get special priveliges:

http://www.facebook.com/rebelbingo.vegas

SO.......do you know what happened to us and 700 rebels on October 9th in Brooklyn?The FEDS raided us! For realz! BUT WE BEAT THEM!This is how it went down.The evening started off normally enough. We had access to a huge warehouse in Williamsburg. In the first room, we disguised it as a scones room. Then there was a secret wall in that room. During the evening, THE WHOLE FUCKING WALL WENT UP and REVEALED the secret second room for UNDERGROUND REBEL BINGO. It was going to be SICK.

So Jazmin, Crash (the bingo call girls), me and Bradford (the producer on the night) were just swigging some vodka in anticipatio,n by the DJ booths. It was 850pm. WE HAD SOLD OUT, ALL THE MENTAL PARTY TIME REBELS WERE ON THEIR WAY.So I spy something. What do I spy? Some big guys are like INSPECTING shit. How did they get in? I asked the door girl. She says, 'IT'S THE FUCKING FEDS, IT'S A BUST'.

They are taking photos of the bingo shit, they are NOT TALKING. I stayed still like a statue so they wouldn't see me. The place was crawling with 5-0. I'm sweating. I am thinking, I'm looking at some serious jail time here. I stand still. One of the 5-0 approaches. I am not sure if he can see me or not as i am standing so still. But then he says "can I speak to the landord".

At first, inexplicably, I said it was me. but I am not the landlord, so I then changed my mind, which he thought was weird, and the real landlord introduced himself."You did not apply for the correct permits to install toilets here" he says. busted. I started to tip toe away, silently, so he would not notice. They didn't mention the rebel bingo yet. I am not out of the woods.

THEN HE SAID, there shall be NO party here tonight. There shall be NO drinking, NO dancing, NO drawing on each other, NO shouting.My eyes were on stalks "BUT THERE ARE LIKE 7-800 PEOPLE COMING??????"

The feds left and I put my my head in my hands, and sobbed a tiny sob and rubbed my nuts for comfort.

'WAIT' says Jen (she fends off the press for us, pretty fucking unsuccessfully), THE SHOW MUST GO ON she says. BUT HOW? i say.And then it happened. A phone call to a phone call to a phone call, a friend of a friend, ex lovesr, past lives, WE CALL EVERYONE WE FUCKING KNOW.Remember, it's now 920pm (doors are OPEN).PJ once said, "I got connections, and my connections have got connections."I got connections!!!I GOT IT! Says Jen!

The coolest person in the World, Christina from Public Assembly is opening a restaraunt. BUT THE RESTAURANT OPENS IN 2 WEEKS!

WE CAN USE THE FUCKING EMPTY RESTAURANT!!

We left Kyle outside to redirect people, we handed out scones, we got VANS and moved all the BOOZE.Everyone got to the empty restaurant. Almost everyone. The warehouse was 1000 people, the restartuant could fit about 400. eek. it was a bit of a fight. sorry. you can see we were a bit fucked.Anyway, I was so bemused by the whole freaking enterprise, I got smashed out my face.It was at that point I declared it a free bar. Lost a shit load of money.woops. fucking amazing night though,here are the photos from the restaurant.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=552705&id=898515197

There are so many people to say thank you too:Jermiah (and the bar), Brad, Zoe, Ryan, Lucas, Brigitte, Emily, Val, Ragini, Julie, Kyle, and everyone who helped us BEAT THE FEDS!!!LONG LIVE REBEL BINGO.When we come back to NYC, no adverts, no press, no nothing. We are going DARK. you will have to find us through facebook. Could be November, could be December... I just got to wait till the heat is OFF.

I have to lay low in Vegas for a while, the only town that will have us.

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James Flames & Freddie Fortune
of the Underground Rebel Bingo Club

I TOLD YOU THIS SHIT WAS DANGEROUS

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