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The Plastic Little "Bite Sized Tour V 1.2" has sadly come to an end.

We had a blast in the jolly old UK (Das Mutherland) and we were heartened to see that your skies still frighten the sun and your thirst for 4 on the floor drum beats is unquenched and awe inspiring as ever.

Please, friends, have a gander at our "Tour To-Do List":

1.Get the fuck on the plane

2.Get the fuck off the plane.

3.Go straight to a photo shoot slaff/hash interview with NME (supposedly a magazine) and have a grand old time. Drink several glasses of vodka and orange juice, dine on the most succulent mixture of 3 different kinds of Doritos in a fruit bowl, generally act like 4 Ringo Starrs and/or Pharrells, take snaps, talk words.

4.Go to the Filthy Dukes ft. Plastic Little (TupacRobotClubRock) video shoot. Eat bagel sandwiches with pig and bird eggs and chopped up plants on them. Listen to our manager scold us for wanting to drink Jack at 11am (it's still 6am for us, homie). Shake our heads in disgust as all the wholesome looking dancers from the video cut in front of us and proceed to attack the whisky with vigor. Dance around for the camera. Pretend to rap for the camera. Watch the Filthy Dukes pretend to play instruments for the camera. Chill with the filthy dukes. Really enjoy the company of the filthy dukes. Bounce.

Plastic Little: Dopeness

5.Lay in bed wide awake at 3am and watch in horror as the news shows a story about a plane crashing in a ball of flames in Spain.

6.Get the fuck on a plane to Spain.

7.Get the fucking godamn fuck off the plane.

8.Chill like Sultans by the pool at the villa for about 7eventy-amilli-amilli-amillion hours.

9.Rap like trapped feral children at Tayo's track suit Party in Ibiza (not sure how you guys figure it's pronounced "Eye - Beether"). Get way too drunk at the party. Throw up in a plant at the club. Notice through rapidly heavying eyelids that the party seems to be jumping, though it could be the perfect use of the fog machine. IBIZAISFRESHYALL

10.Plane (fuck on, fuck off.)

11.Go to Cream Fields Fest near rainy ass, gray ass, wanna take a nap ass, Manchester. DJ / RAP in the official festival MySpace Party Bus. (yes it was as great as it sounds.) Get onstage after Boy 8-Bit. Rap at the mud covered crowd. Strain to hear applause. Convince yourself that you're wrecking extreme shop. Watch Herve' take over and commence to actually wreck the shop that you, in reality, left intact.

Plastic Little live at Silk City:

12.Drive back to London.

13.Go to Get Loaded Fest. Request Jack in order to get loaded. Get reminded by festival staff that 11am is a little early for whiskey. Get on stage after dancing like Usain Bolt to a Toddla T set. Rap at the beginnings of a crowd under the parting noon day clouds. Once again, convince yourself that the shop is being destroyed. Have a giant blast for the rest of the day while ingesting capanhiaras one after the other. Go see Soulwax tear the dance tent a new blow hole.

14.Go to after party. Yell at the crowd like a bum waking up on Monday while Si Young does his thingy on broken CDJs. Rap at the crowd. Gape in amazement as it begins to seem that you are literally wrecking metaphorical shop. Note to yourself that it's probably just due to the amazing work of the fog machine technician.

15.Get the fuck on the plane.

16.Go the fuck home.

The excellent debut album from Plastic Little, Welcome To The Jang House, is out on Half Time Records on Monday 29 September. It wrecks the metaphorical shop.