Porkrind do the Trouby

Yo... well the gig came and went. All was good, people rejoiced, babies stopped screaming momentarily and Prado drivers looked in their mirrors before pulling stupid manoeuvers on fellow motorists.......

I was feeling like shite, suffering badly from a flu-ey thing and was just glad to get through the night. Tam got kicked out b4 even getting in, but seemed sort-of ok on the phone. (that is, the same 'sort-of' that a cockroach would complain of if you stood on it and asked it if it was ok).

Unfortunately for Tam, the people at the door/bar are the manager/owner. So no luck there. Ah well, there'll be more gigs. We think. I couldn't believe how many big-ass rats were out the back of the place in the loading dock. Heaps!

Got to go to bed and try and get better. Need beer. Always need beer. And need a new bike saddle, to relieve severe groing pain. Who was the wise-guy that thought a hard, thin thing was a good idea anyway? Balls people, balls! They have to go somewhere.....

Ok, bye bye