Absolutely headed south where the sun shines and rumour has it there’s 10 girls to every bloke. It sounded like it could be a good weekend until Craig admitted he started that rumour at school.

Friday night started swimmingly with a fun packed journey in the van to Bootleggers, all the time in the world, the gear was set up in a jiffy, now finally the sound check………………cue rising stress levels, ”where’s the phono lead”. You can probably guess the rest, lots of “I’m not sure’s”  “thought I seen one at the studio”, blank faces and frantic searching, resulting in a big fat nothing.

These things are sent to try us and that’s what it did. Never the less we leapt that hurdle with style and grace……. now where’s that free beer.

First set went well, it was nice to see the local girls showing their dancing skills, skills that Craig fully appreciated to the point he felt inspired to sing alternative lyrics to ‘Somewhere else’.

The second set got the crowd rocking with Gary having his very own group of fans (unfortunately all male) creating a ‘mosh’ pit. At one point the happiest and most friendliest bouncer in the world………….EVER, decided to step in and politely ask the drunken boys to fall a little more softly onto Gary’s pedal board. The highlight must have been in the middle of ‘American Pie’ with Craig screaming down the mic “Lets go mental” Don MacLean must have turned in his grave (Is he dead?)

An interesting journey home included a mad dash to Tebay services for much needed Porn and a pooh, the corner stones of rock and roll.

 

Saturday night saw the prospect of a more conservative night with a wedding at the Castle Green Hotel.  Anna’s return gig after giving birth to very cute, dark haired little boy (not guilty). Craig, having played the venue before tried his best to explain the layout of the function room, quote of the night was “It’s probably the best function room we will ever play”. So we have finally reached the pinnacle of our function room career, what an amazing feeling.

With the first song was out of the way the main event took place, the buffet. I would personally score the buffet an impressive 8 / 10.  The only criticism would be that topless maids did not serve it, but I suppose you can’t have everything.

Well, for a wedding it pretty much rocked, a young crowd, copious amounts of wine, and Cully had an admirer who kind of resembled a large red water balloon. (I’m sure she had a lovely personality).

A good weekend all round, a big thank you to the band member who decided it would be a good idea to buy a yoghurt smoothie, drink half, then leave it in the window of the van to create what can only be described as an immense explosion, covering the van in the remaining smoothie. Since this I have had several suicide bombers on the phone wanting the recipe (suicide bombers, what makes them boys tick?).

 

These are the times we’ll remember…………….