Pulling Tiger Tail

Over the past week of our headlining tour we have found ourselves falling head-over-heels in love with our main support act, Pull Tiger Tail. It’s a little sickening, really. Like, literally. Every time guitarist/keyboardist/vocalist Davo says my name I throw up, Dyan goes into convulsions when drummer/vocalist Jack mistakenly walks into our dressing room, and guitarist/keyboardist/vocalist Marcus gave Zachary herpes. We’ve never felt this way about another band before, and as lovesick as we are, we never want to be apart from them ever again.

Don’t take my work for it, see for yourself how adorable they are:




Since Glasgow, we’ve gone on dates with them in Manchester, Sheffield, Belfast, Dublin, and Nottingham, so it’s getting pretty serious. There’s talk of marrying them tonight at King’s College in London, but I don’t want to spill the beans just yet.

Other things we’ve been up to:

-Drinking.

-Eating.

-Drinking.

-Driving. (Well, drinking in the back of the van while Chalkie drives.)

-Drinking.

One more funny story before I sign off: Yannis, our Greecian sound engineer who will have a blog entry entirely devoted to him as soon as I get around to it, loves milk. He drinks a liter in the morning when he wakes up, a liter over the course of the day, and another liter before he goes to bed. Zachary, the drummer, loves alcohol. He drinks a liter of beer in the morning when he wakes up, three liters over the course of the day, then switches to hard alcohol later on. Yannis and Zachary made a bet to see who could last the longest without his favorite poison. To make a long—well, thirteen hour—story short, Yannis won, and now Zachary has to drink four liters of milk in one sitting as punishment. Photo documentation coming soon…

I love you,

Ben Lee Handler

Oh, I contributed to Supersweet’s third group story, and my entry is up now. Check it out!