So I totes had a gig last night. Got the ol' band back together.
It was down at The Gower pub, where we've played at least three times before. It's a pretty cool place for a gig because you can play pool, snooker, pub quiz machine, and possibly even skittles while you're not rockin' out to the tasty jams of Llama Invasion.
Or indeed Taffia, the crazy old man electro band who we were basically supporting even though they were on before us. I know, I had trouble getting my head 'round that too.
The gig went pretty well, although my voice more or less conked out about halfway through the set, leaving me sounding like a Tom Waits going through puberty under a van. Meic made it sound rather cooler ("Satan was in the room tonight!") but that's wishful thinking, probably. I even tried drinking beer to restore my frayed vocal chords (seems no-one in the room had any water) but alas, to no avail. But hey, at least Taffia's mad dancing lady got on da flo' for some of our songs, too. That was...amusing.
Tom was there last night, among others. He's just come back from Magaluf and, well, he had some interesting experiences there. What happened, you ask? Well, a woman stole his kebab and...that's pretty much the only one suitable for publication.
So to make up for that, here's a short review of X-Men: First Class, which Sarah and I went to see earlier:
Frikkin' awesome!
Joel.
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