2.30am.

Saturday.

Ears Ringing.

Ingrown Toenail Throbbing.

Eyes Drooping.

Gig went ok, except for the drunken wankers who decided that man-handling a girl is exactly how a girl is to be encouraged to get on the dance-floor.

Tomorrow’s gig will be better I am sure!

Check this out.

It’s funny, crude, clever and educational.

Night!

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I've been around a while. I like to wrap myself around the warm security of the interwebs which have consumed me since 1993. I whinge, I rant, I crap on. Enjoy. View all posts by Mick

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