Is everyone truly sick of Black Friday by now (and Xmas for that matter)?
At the weekend we celebrated Brown Saturday by getting thoroughly mashed at the Smuggler's Return in Worthing.
We hadn't played at the venue for about 15 years so we were surprised and delighted to be greeted by a great stage space.
Despite the carp weather and lack of Blonde Wanton (who was wantonly indulging in some did-her-in-the-dungarees hoedown barnstomping in a shed near Luton) we thoroughly rocked.
Unaccustomed as we are to appreciation, we timed it perfectly to stop for our half-time fag break about two seconds after a couple of young ladies got up to dance (they never did in the end).
Abi, Mistress of the Booze, after informing us that she had it on good authority that we got our ballbags out during gigs then supplied us with what was probably Jaegermeister and then "forced" me to neck a half-yard of ale.
Moments later our new song, Ballbag, was lurching into shape and a large amount of our clothes had fallen off.
I don't remember much after that, it got a little bit spacey and I broke the cooker.
We thank everyone for a top night and you never know, we might even get invited back?