The endless roadshow takes in another town without any obvious lyrical linkage, although if you had (quite) a few hours to spare, you could probably set forth for the Rollright Stones, Silverstone, Rothersthorpe or even, at a pinch, Billing Aquadrome. The big question for everyone heading to the venue is, of course, will there be some copies of you-know-what on the merchandise stand? Over to you for the reviews.
Toffo
Will NB57 mention Lancs cricket triumph tonight?
15 September 2011
Nigel Scott
Great gig and I have a nice new CD in my mitts!
15 September 2011
SIMON P
Well, that was my first HMHB gig of the 21st century and it was rather splendid, highlights for me was the opening salvo (“Shit Arm”/”PRS”/”Squabblefest”), “Shite Day”, “Evening Sun” and of course “24HGP”, with Nigel’s rant about Adam Henson from Countryfile “he’s far too pleased with himself, of course it’s a rare breeds farm when he keeps fucking killing them” and Oatibix “Weetabix should be ashamed of themselves”. Pringles (Texas Barbecue) were an extortionate £2.23 which met with sporadic booing. Marvellous.
16 September 2011
Greasby Shark
Dunno if it was just because I was right down the front, but I thought the sound was pretty poor last night, so much so that many of NB57 bons mots were quite unintelligible.
Other than that, a decent gig. Would have liked a few more new songs, though.
Now, to get back up North and get this new LP on the CD player!
16 September 2011
Third Rate Les
That’s odd Greasby as after PRS, I thought the sound was the best I’ve heard. You could also hear plenty of people laughing to some of the lines so it must have been quite clear.
Another great gig in a brilliant venue – good curry in the Five Rivers first, picked up the new album (and the 7” single of Let’s Not), and a cracking setlist played really well, and back well before 2am. My only whinge with the venue was they didn’t have any of their nice posters for sale at the end, which they’ve done before.
I didn’t know what the cover version was. Jeff Dreadnought picked up a set list so I’m sure he’ll post it up (as well as his bad review, of course). Never really expected Doreen, which was good. Loved the 24 Hour rant. Mug with “Funky Gibbon” on it. Best bit of impromptu lyrics was that the questions in his mind that lurk in As The Evening Sun included “Why does Miss Universe always come from Earth?”.
Listened to the new album on the way back, almost needing to stop at a particular moment in Joy In Leeuwarden which had me fighting for breath.
16 September 2011
jitsu_g
Top night, met brumbiscuit in pub prior to gig. Nice to put a face to posts ! Hotel has no cd player so need to get in the car soon to play my shiney new disc. Driving to Ely today (via chatteris) so should get to listen to it a few times
16 September 2011
TAYLO
I did text him the news of Lancs triumph to which he replied “I’ll miss Ranvir tonight as well” (in reference to Ranvir Singh, the co presenter of North West Tonight).
16 September 2011
Jezr
The cover was “Song from underneath the floorboards” by Magazine
16 September 2011
SIMON P
Odd that, I thought the sound was excellent too after the first couple of minutes.
I recognised the cover, but I can’t for the life of me place it. It was bugging me all the way home. Someone put us out of our misery.
16 September 2011
SIMON P
Aha, even as I press Send someone comes up with the answer. Of course it was, I feel slightly silly now.
16 September 2011
Twistedkitemike
The set-list for the aficionadi: –
Shit Arm
PRS
Squabblefest
Dickie Davies Eyes
L’Enfer C’est Les Autres
Vitas G
Bob Wilson
CAMRA
Wrong Grave
Bad Losers
Evening Sun
NSD
Chatteris
Tommy Walsh
Doreen
Look Dad
24 Hour GP
JDOG
Slipknot
Lilac HQ
Restless
Left Lyrics
DPAK
Light Tunnel
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Encs
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Fred T
Evening of Swing
A Song From Under The Floorboards
Trumpton
Trad Arr Tune
Mike……………………………………………………
16 September 2011
Third Rate Les
Cheers Mike. Felt like they just didn’t want to stop at the end, didn’t it?
Other points (although Exxo and his magic 100% memory will be along shortly, no doubt):
1. His French pronunciation was marginally better than Leicester, as he at least doesn’t try and put an é on “autres”. One still wouldn’t mistake him for a native speaker mind you.
2. I’d never have imagined “Evening Sun” as a live number but it was great.
3. The CAMRA man was updated to be a “dirty great big six nations fan”.
4. There was “somebody torturing seagulls nearby” in Wrong Grave (i.e. Ken doing the bird noises) which was introduced as a true story from someone in Ruislip.
5. There was a lengthy enjoyable ramble about a cinema called the Plaza which was where he’d been to Tommy Jenkins’ birthday party to watch Zulu, followed by some good quizzing from the crowd, with Neil correctly identifying the vicar as Jack Hawkins.
There was then a joke about how the old owner of the plaza had died, and his funeral is tomorrow at 12, 4:30 and 8. Boom boom.
Not sure I’ve seen quite that much easy crowd banter before – seemed very relaxed.
16 September 2011
Greasby Shark
@THIRD RATE LES – Let’s not forget that the CAMRA Man exchanged his Sally James scrapbook for his fellow cellar-hopper’s Graeme Garden biography!
16 September 2011
Chris The Siteowner
Wow – has the band been looking at our giant set list chart or something? That’s a lot of rarely-played tunes for one gig, including “Shit Arm”, “PRS”, “Dickie Davies”, “Vitas Gerulaitis”, “CAMRA Man” (only the second outing since 2007) and above all, “Doreen” (only the third time in over 10 years, and the first time for over five years). As Charles commented once, there can be few bands who mix it up quite as much.
16 September 2011
Richard Lovell
A stellar gig. The sound was pretty good to me, with the vocals higher in the mix than at previous gigs. Or it may just have been a committed NB really meaning it, maaan.
He nodded to Neil after ‘Doreen’. Perhaps that was Neil’s choice of track, with the Cheggers-lookalike* playing his semi-acoustic bass.
I would have liked to have heard a few of the new new songs too, but as the set lists says (thanks Twisted) there were no tasters from the new LP other than 3 of last year’s session tracks.
The new CDs were on display but mine’s on order. Forgot to ask when they’ll be posted. Anyone know?
(*Takes me back to The Hibernian, Birmingham, 1995, where NB said, ‘no, I am not Jap Stam’)
16 September 2011
BrumBiscuit
Good to meet Jitsu_G pre gig. I saw a few regulars at the front, tendonitis or not.
No Len Ganley Stance, which was a disappointment. Dickie Davies Eyes partially made up for that. Pringles inflation rampant.
That’s it for me till Bilston. I can’t visit Manchester now, what with The Bears losing out to the Red Roses. That’s me third Assembly gig & for me it’s never really got going. Perhaps that’s down to the fact that it’s not a struggle to get there.
16 September 2011
Mac
Did anybody notice the guitar player from the support act in the Mosh Pit for the second part of the act?
16 September 2011
Norbert D
“Listened to the new album on the way back, almost needing to stop at a particular moment in Joy In Leeuwarden which had me fighting for breath.”
Nigel’s somewhat blunt assessment of the relative strengths of the competing teams… right? I remember that being the single biggest laugh on the whole album. We were saying at the time, there aren’t that many obvious “jokes” on this new LP, but it’s good that he still sticks in a couple of big blatant laugh-points in amongst the subtler stuff, because HMHB wouldn’t be quite the same without them.
16 September 2011
SIMON P
You wouldn’t claim to be Mick Coop if you weren’t, would you?
16 September 2011
Charles Exford
Not at Chesterton windmill you wouldn’t. It certainly wasn’t Ernie Hunt anyway.
16 September 2011
nigel scott
I liked the line about the dalek hiding behind the sofa when the one show came on tv
16 September 2011
SIMON P
Random fact: in the collection of Soccer Stars circa 1975, the last two cards I needed were Mick Coop and Dave Clement (QPR defender, now deceased and not to be confused with Dave Clements, I won’t make that mistake again). I pulled them both out of a single packet one morning before school. The phrase “jammy bastard” was heard quite a bit that week.
16 September 2011
K’ung-fu-tzu
Boy who go sweetshop on way to school become man who have priorities right.
Respect.
16 September 2011
incrediblestringbiscuitman
The sound was excellent- I have cloth ears and if I’m hearing well, it’s a sure sign someone’s made an effort to get the balance right.
We sometimes cycle past Adam Henson’s farm-there’s a huge Orwellian photo of him outside , but it seems really to back up Nigel’s comment that he keeps breeds rare by “culling” them regularly: it always seems eerily quiet- I think his photo reminds all wildlife to stay well clear.
I went to see Brian Wilson the previous evening and you could buy a Brian Wilson wine cooler at his stand- not as great as oven gloves but you could still sing it as it nearly fits….
( When various Dylan sites started compiling lists of songs he never sang live, lo! Bob started to sing them….)
I think Nigel’s Airstream guitar will take some getting used to: nice sound, shame about the shape.
16 September 2011
Strumski
Really enjoyed the gig, stood near the back and thought the sound was really good, as always great chat between songs. Been listening to the album non-stop since I got home, think the highlight for me is Fix It So She Dreams Of Me, love the line about bricking Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes.
17 September 2011
John Burscough
Nigel tried to use the Airstream at Cornbury but it proved utterly untunable. Nice shape, shame about the sound.
17 September 2011
toffo
A small parcel landed on my doorstep today. Oh joy!
17 September 2011
Chris The Siteowner
Excellent review from Louder Than War by “Cath Aubergine”. Thanks for the link, “Cath”.
17 September 2011
Third Rate Les
Yes – that’s the one (the Joy in Leeuwarden line); it’s just so unexpected compared to the cheery tone of the rest of the song.
17 September 2011
Roger Green
(Review already published on Gez’s site, reproduced here with Roger’s permission)
Much animation over the impending release of the new CD. Not sure of the official line here? Do we just say that, in line with the distribution agreement, no copies were on sale tonight, and that those of us with a spare tenner were not able to pick up a copy and play it when we got home? Ahem.
On arrival (change at New Street – although it was change at Sheffield on the way back), my first concern was to see that the café previously known as Zeb’s now goes by the name of Munch Crunch. After a refreshing brew it was off for a general wander. The Royal Priors provides the modern shopping experience. HMV, Clintons, Orange, JJB, you can probably complete the list. And no thanks, mister, I don’t want or need a Costco membership card. While out and about I took liquids on board at The Copper Pot. In there, I heard a song, possibly by Madness. There was a line which ended “…Marks And Spencers”. I waited for the inevitable Lech Walesa, but was disappointed that they opted instead to rhyme it with “senseless”. Poor effort, Suggs. Anybody know the tune in question? (“Sugar And Spice”, actually written by Mike Barson, off the album “The Liberty Of Norton Folgate” – ta to Paul Rodgers).
The Assembly is a tried and trusted HMHB venue these days. Well, this is the third time I have seen them there. According to local information (Tony), it came top of a poll of musicians as the best venue in the land. As featured on Midlands Today. Thanks perhaps to Tammy Wynette’s caravan which is situated backstage. Along with a Dalek, as Nigel pointed out during the set. They also have a fine assortment of talent lined up. Showaddywaddy are there in October, for example. Dave Bartram was looking in fine shape on their posters. The place might want to do something about £2 for a bottle of water, though.
Support tonight was from JD Meatyard, featuring the guy who used to front The Calvin Party. Glad to see Northern Song get another airing.
There was clashing of sport and music tonight. Both Tony and I had texting contacts on the outside, keeping us up to date with the relative goings-on involving Birmingham City and Featherstone Rovers. One win, one defeat. Could have been worse. As usual I missed a lot of Nigel’s quips. This was unfortunate as he was quite chatty, particularly during 24 Hour Garage People, which developed on a number of levels. Well, that’s what a proper reviewer would say.
Chesterton Woodmill got a mention early on. There were a couple of celebrity “spots” in the audience. But I didn’t know either of them, and wasn’t quick enough to write their names down. The guitar sound effect on Tending The Wrong Grave was likened to “torturing seagulls”. We even had some visual comedy. Nigel was having great difficulty getting his mike stand to stay in place. “Right to tighten, left to loosen,” he kept saying, without any joy. So Ken, the hardened professional, stepped in to sort it out for him. “Here we go, morphing into The Grumbleweeds,” commented Nigel. There was much talk about the The Plaza Cinema (presumably in Birkenhead), which developed into a question-and-answer session. “Who played the vicar from Zulu?” came the question from the moshpit. After much head-scratching, Neil came up with the answer “Jack Hawkins”. That was that sorted. The crisps at the garage were £2.33 (only £2.00 at Sainsburys up the road). The queue was made up of fifteen of Nigel’s mates who were making up an art installation called The Worm Turns. One of them wanted a Toilet Duck, while another wanted I Can’t Believe It’s Not Open. And someone else wanted Oatibix, which sent Nigel off in another direction altogether. “Normally, I’m a cereal person, but Oatibix is the only one I don’t like,” he said. “Weetabix should be ashamed. They use up all the milk, and they’re horrible.” (I’ve never had them, Nigel, so thanks for the tip.) You could tell that the guy at the counter was getting annoyed when he put down his book – Barry Sheene’s Life Story – and switched off his portable TV, where he had been watching The Stuarts: A Warning From History. There were other observations about TV, ahead of the list of sandwiches. “Time Team should be better than it actually is.” And “Adam Henson on Countryfile is happier than he should be.” Towards the end of the gig Nigel asked about Jim Baines from Crossroads, and how much he won on the lottery (or was it the pools?). Nigel also gave us a burst of Greensleeves. And the caravan guitar came out for the encore. A rousing chorus of The Len Ganley Stance from the moshpit was in vain. No sentiment in this band. Nice to hear Doreen again. And Trumpton Riots started off like one of those records that you put on at 33, before speeding it up to 45.
Shit Arm Bad Tattoo
PRS Yearbook / Quick The Drawbridge
Running Order Squabble Fest
Dickie Davies Eyes
L’Enfer C’Est Les Autres
Outbreak Of Vitas Geralaitis
Bob Wilson Anchorman
CAMRA Man
Tending The Wrong Grave
Bad Losers On Yahoo Chess
When The Evening Sun Goes Down
National Shite Day
For What Is Chatteris
Tommy Walsh’s Eco House
Doreen
Look Dad No Tunes
24 Hour Garage People
Joy Division Oven Gloves
Vatican Broadside
A Lilac Harry Quinn
Restless Legs
(The Greensleeves sample was in here)
Left Lyrics In Practice Room
Dukla Prague Away Kit
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
and in the encore…
Fred Titmus
Evening Of Swing
A Song From Under The Floorboards
Trumpton Riots
We Built This Village
From there it was off to The Jug And Jester for a chat about people throwing themselves off railway platforms. But we made up a grumpy corner with Howie, Tony, Gomez, Daz, Nigel (no, not that Nigel, this is the Exford version) and a couple of others whose names I didn’t catch. So it’s onward to Manchester. Three months is plenty of time to learn the new CD. Bit of a Public Service Announcement here. I was talking with HMHB Management about this one. It seems that the band may have to be done and dusted by 10 o’clock, so pre-gig sherries will have to be earlier than usual.
18 September 2011
micky bates
Anyone sitting through Countryfile just to catch the “Week Ahead” Weather Forecast
18 September 2011
James
My brother came with me to the Leamington gig and it was a road to Damascus moment for him. Total genius the whole gig and the Magazine cover was superb. Just listening to the new album at work. Descent of the Stiperstones is a work of genius…….sorry used that word twice. Beware of Adam Henson’s rictus grin….you’re next.
19 September 2011
Old Git
As ever you always get value for money at a HMHB gig ie: pub quiz, rock & folk music all rolled into one. I was the idiot who asked what actor played the priest in Zulu & he bloody got it right. Still he wont get away with an easy one like that again, I will be preparing a question for the gig at the Robin 2, Wolverhampton. The sound was as good as it gets & about a 100 billion times better than Shepherds Bush so I was delighted. However as the name suggests I am an old git (46) whom goes to hmhb gigs with an even older old git (50 and a half, white hair & beard) called Chris & we still like to have a bit of a jump around but no one else seems to want to join in! Please could we have more moshers moshing in the future & then jogging the next morning? Great to see quite a few young fans springing up at the gigs.
19 September 2011
Third Rate Les
I’m always up for a mosh, Old Git – I find it impossible not to. Restless legs, perhaps. And did go running the next morning (or “jogging”, if you must).
One thing that occured to me during “Tending The Wrong Grave” was that it’s a good job the narrator didn’t have the same idea as the one in “Excavating Rita”, otherwise Edward McGray might have got a very nasty shock.
19 September 2011
Old Git
Good to hear from you Third Rate Les, glad to hear that you are a fellow mosher/jogger. Lets hope that all moshers can now enjoy themselves without some stupid young lady (who was dressed as if she had just dined at the Ritz) standing on the fringe of what dancing was going on, pinching & poking moshers in the back with disgust. Bit of advice: if you dont like people getting slightly carried away with music that they are addicted to, then do yourself & the rest of us a favour, don’t bother coming! God knows how she would have coped at a Ramones gig.
19 September 2011
Mike Cresswell
I was provoked into writing a review by ‘Arry Redknapp. I was minded to compose my periodic prose, but it was confirmed by Old Twitchy talking ‘ow the game changed when Charlie “Adams” was sent off. There’s no… well, you know the rest.
I like the Assembly Rooms. In part, because it ticks the proximity box for me. Just an hour’s drive home; which is always nice. Plus, I can put a proper shift in at the office before clocking out. It is roomy, they serve a decent range of beers and lagers, the acoustics are not at all bad and there is ample room for the moshers to do their thing. Which is a good thing; because Beardy Man might have upset some of the congregation if space happened to be a bit tighter?
Nigel alluded to some of the finer points of the venue. The backstage area is cavernous (under the stage) and houses Tammy Wynette’s touring caravan, a dodgem car and a life-size Dalek – amongst other things. It is very rock ‘n’ roll. As Nigel informed us, the caravan has a TV and it is very posh, like; watching it. The Dalek got behind the sofa when “The One Show” came on. The first of a number of quips from NB57.
As with other recent outings, it was a solid two-hour set (set list is above), with a sprinkling of hits from across the piste. A couple of rare outings, including “Doreen” and “Dickie Davies Eyes”, which was nice. As you might expect no huge scale promotion of the new LP, not from the stage at least. Geoff was attracting a more than average-sized crowd at the merchandise emporium; I’ll say no more. As noted, Nigel was in a very chatty mode and there was plenty of the now customary repartee between Nigel and Ken; albeit mainly one-way traffic.
We learned on the evening once again that Ken, the quiet man of Rock, has some fascinating factoids tucked into the history of his extended family. This week, we learned that Ken’s brother remains the only man to have streaked through the Lost Gardens of Heligan. His saving grace however is that he did invent the shower sleeve.
Nigel was very much enjoying Chesterton Windmill, where he saw the erstwhile Coventry right-back Mick Coop. Leastways, he said he was. It certainly wasn’t Ernie Hunt. Anyway, why would he lie about being Mick Coop? Especially at Chesterton Windmill.
Carrying on the banter, Nigel let Ken know that the next song (L’Enfer) was probably known to him as the Johnny Cash song. Nigel also played ‘Word Association’ with the audience, which seemed to be a wagering game with Ken. He went through a few, which I mainly couldn’t hear, especially the rejoinders from the floor. However, I think that Nigel threw out Carole King, Al Stewart, Dubbing Mixer (?) and Freddie Slade. The last two may have been connected. The only response I caught was “The Year of the Cat”. That lead us into a song which was also about Ken’s brother; CAMRA Man. Nice to hear that one again, with Graeme Garden’s autobiography slipped in. Six Nations, too; which I guess is now the norm.
There was quite a lot of fuss about Nigel’s microphone stand. Endless twiddling and a muttered “right to tighten, left to loosen” and very little satisfaction; led to Ken marching over and instantaneously fixing the problem. Cue much derisive applause and cheering from the assembled punters. More spluttering from our leader and a sign-off of; “Again, we morph into the frickin’ Grumbleweeds.”
The verbal intercourse with the crowd was unrelenting. There was a contemporaneous ‘chapeau’ to Lancashire County Cricket Club in the form of “Unfortunately, a bit of a day for Warwickshire”. This found a few hardcore Lancastrians and stimulated a quick chorus of “La, la, la; Lancashire”. Nigel quickly adopted a Swiss-stance and declared that; “I’m a Minor Counties man, I’m staying out of it”. Tending the Wrong Grave is apparently based on a true story about a lady from Ruislip. Ken’s guitar-string screeches were greeted with today’s twist of; “I didn’t expect someone torturing seagulls nearby”. A refrain of “Harpies roasting on an open fire”, instead of chestnuts.
Another articulation swiftly followed, regarding the Plaza Cinema in Birkenhead. It was the first time that Nigel had seen “Zulu”, as part of Tommy Jenkins’ birthday party. Sitting on the wall in Mersey Park, eating fish and chips. Who played the Priest? Jack Hawkins. More discourse. Anyway, after much debate, Nigel remembered that the point was that the ex-manager of the Plaza died on Monday. The funeral is tomorrow at half-past two, twenty-past four and quarter to eight. “We get there in the end, don’t we?”
A further panegyric covered hectic breakfast scenes in TV soap operas and situation comedies. It seems that Nigel has never been involved in such an event. “Ridiculous; they don’t happen. It’s just script writers with crazy imaginations.” How so. The subject of breakfast was to be revisited.
That leaves me with 24 Hour Garage People. Although, digressing slightly, it occurs to me that as usual, my review (as one could loosely call it) is merely an observational piece for the delectation of those that were there and a few out-of-context morsels to try and give those not able to attend a flavour of the fun. I can’t honestly comment on the quality of the chords and all that stuff. Tone deaf and can’t tell an A sharp from a minim. What you can’t beat at a Biscuit gig is the feeling of being part of a family, all there in mutual admiration and singing along with gay abandon (yes, kids; I know, but it has an historic meaning too), even to the ‘new’ songs. You can’t top it for a night out.
Back to my regurgitation. I do have an unending fondness for 24HGP. I hope that someone caught this for the FaceTube thing, because it was a gem. Texas BBQ Pringles, eh? And, at the extremely outrageous price of £2.23. Instead of the grumbling, Leadbelly could have said; “That’ll be £2.23 please, Sir. I realise that they are only £2 in Sainsbury’s, but I don’t set the prices. But, do come again and don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything else that you want”. But he doesn’t do that.
He enquires about the queue. “That’s fifteen of my pre-arranged friends. We call it an art instillation. It’s called ‘The Worm Turns’. They want various things including briquettes, toilet duck and Jimmy wants chocolate-coated rivets. Made it up in his head, ‘Paynes Chocolate-Coated Rivets’.” Maybe Nigel had subconsciously flicked into the mental filing cabinet of Monty Python (I know he enjoys a bit of Python) and picked out the Crunchy Frog sketch. Superintendent Parrot ate one of those. Also, a tub of ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Open’.
Back to the breakfast theme. There is a strange chap at the back of the queue who wants Oatibix. He insists they are the cereal of choice. Nigel simply can’t agree with this. He is a cereal man and there is probably no cereal that he doesn’t like, until last week when he tried Oatibix. They are a disgrace. He’ll eat any cereal under the sun, even the kids stuff is alright, let’s face it; we all have a bowl of Frosties for old time’s sake. Weetabix should be ashamed of Oatibix, they have no redeeming features. They use a whole bowl of milk. You can’t put raisins or grapes on them, they are absolutely disgraceful. It sounds like he is doing a riff at The Fringe.
What sandwiches have you got Chief, Pal, Mate or even Gaffer? Off he goes again; The Gaffer on Crossroads was played by Ed Lawton. That’s when Benny came into Crossroads. I can’t even remember if I knew that in the first place to have forgotten it. Anyway, he’s getting irate now, is our Leadbelly. There are five lights gleaming on his gloom board, he slams down Barry Sheene’s life story and his mug with “The Funky Gibbon” on goes all over the place. He even puts his portable TV off, which means that Nigel knows that he means business.
He’s had it on all week, as Nigel knows, because he’s been there every night. Programmes viewed include; “The Stuarts; a warning from history”. I presume it is the Stuarts and not the Stewarts? “Garage Attendants do the funniest things”, “Dickheads in Quicksand” and of course, “Time Team”. It should be better, Time Team. It’s not as good as it should be. Too many affected hats and jumpers going on. It doesn’t do the West Country any favours. As for the trendy use of the phrase, ‘Geo-Fizz’…
This leads us on to Adam Henson and “Countryfile”. He’s got too much to be happy about. “Here we are on my rare breeds’ farm”. They’re only rare because he keeps killing them. But, “Countryfile” is essential viewing for Nigel. He can get the forecast for the week ahead. It is his one concession to optimism. So, we finally get to the sandwiches and they do, of course, include Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato, All-Day Breakfast and Adam Henson’s Rare Breeds.
Once again, the curtain falls on another fine evening of dodging the paperwork and doing something more mentally rewarding. We depart satiated and in some cases, clutching a prize. The final game of the season seems a distant number of weeks away. Still, time seems to fly at the pace of Usain Bolt these days.
19 September 2011
Dave Wiggins
Brilliant that, Mike. A great review. I picked up on old ‘arry’s ‘Revelations’ gaffe on Match-of-the-Day 2 last night.
19 September 2011
Charles Exford
Ha, ha, well done Mike, I’ve been looking foran excuse to post “see also Charlie Adam, he must despair” for about a year now. It took all summer for some folks on the LFC sites to stop calling him Adams. One or two still do, just to irk the purists.
Will read the other 99% of your review when I’ve finished mine this eve!
19 September 2011
Third Rate Les
I didn’t spot any frowning ladies disapproving of moshing. You’ve got to wonder quite what she’d make of a more modern band and a younger audience. I’ve seen more aggressive moshpits at Glyndebourne.
19 September 2011
TWO FAT FEET
A more modern band? How much more modern can you get than ‘just about to release a brand new album of original material’?
Agree about the younger audience though, I saw people at Shepherd’s Bush who must have been older than I am now when Back In The D H S S came out.
19 September 2011
Twistedkitemike
Thanks, Gentlemen.
I’ll look forward to your perspective, Charles. It is quite insightful.
A thought that rumbled on the drive home was to encompass “Joy In Leamington (We are ready)” into the review, but my subconscious must have cleverly discounted as naff.
By chance, I have an old Ben Sayer 4-iron in my garage (amongst much, much more), which is like an eBay second-hand golf shop. It didn’t half tickle me.
Mike………………………………………………..
20 September 2011
Old Git
Em, just had a thought, in nine years time my mate can use his free bus pass to get to the gigs! Sorry Chris.
20 September 2011
Third Rate Les
Also, well done to the Assembly for also providing some amusing PBR posters once again. Last time it was Jan Akkerman, this time Howard Marks. There was an altercation with the goon at the entrance when one punter tried to take one as a souvenir.
It seems a shame to have removed their HMHB one even from their website so promptly though – I was going to print one off. Good picture of Ian Curtis in oven gloves, with the Assembly’s elegant Jugendstil logo.
21 September 2011
Charles Exford
Too long, as usual, so skip to the bit labelled ‘THE GIG BIT’ below if you’re not arsed about the rest of the excursion or the pre-match scallying.
HANGING AROUND THE LAUREL WALK
When I was a lad I wondered what was wrong with our own local convenience stores on the Wirral, whenever I heard my old granny tell me that “Leamington Spar is lovely”.
But now I know they regularly put HMHB gigs on there, I can finally find out what she really meant: regency architecture, curative waters bubbling out of pavement fountains, green spaces a-plenty. There might as well be a sign suspended from the only cloud in the blue skies of Warwickshire, saying “it’s the last day of summer folks, make the most of it”. Well except, that is, for the black smoke in the sky above a burning freight train that delayed us a few miles outside town. The sun-splashed lawns of Leamington are thronging with those seeking water cures and hydrotherapy, as well as shoppers, OAPs, day-trippers, some very coarse fishermen and the first few returning students who signify the changing of the seasons as palpably as does tomorrow’s markedly contrasting weather forecast.
But miserable to whom? All things being equal, tomorrow I will have a new HMHB album to keep me going through the darkest days autumn can muster. Don’t worry, I know some of you poor souls haven’t got the album yet, so there won’t be any spoilers of any of its contents here. None whatsoever. Not even the odd lyric. Besides, I’ve put the wrong things in the wrong bin again, including my memories of Nigel’s banter, which I scribbled during the long journey home on the back of a programme of events for the Warwick Arts Centre, which I’ve picked up while killing time in the Pump Rooms.
I’ve got several hours to kill in fact, because I’ve arrived well before lunch, allowing time, when booking me train tickets, for a possible detour to Taunton, where it’s the last day of the County Championship and Merseyside’s very own Lancashire CCC are in with a chance of the title for the first time in my whole lifetime. But in the end I’m left here to enjoy my fun day in the park due to an unholy combination of that freight train on fire (blocking the line and delaying my arrival), betting on the wrong county (meaning I’m not sure I can really justify the extra £65 day return to The Quantocks) and poor radio reception (so not being able to confirm that Lancashire still have a decent chance until the best train connection has already gone).
So here I am drinking the beautiful sparkling healthy spa water, and monitoring Lancashire’s historic triumph on my wireless. At one point I’m hanging about the laurel walk, half expecting a Nymph to appear, shyly from the brake. The Jephson Gardens Palm House would make a great home for iguanas, I can’t help thinking, and not just because that rhymes with the bananas that I’ve just bought, from the aforementioned Leamington Spar. The Spar also conveniently sells the cheapest beer in Leamington and is very handily placed for the venue. As too is Curry Night at a pub I hitherto believed I could trust. The venue is also uncannily situated right at the back of Iceland, which of course I check out, and I can report that everything smells lovely and fresh. Lancashire’s well-timed triumph on my digital radio is the perfect sound-track . Now where are my heavy-drinking cricket pals?
THE VENUE
All these nearby food outlets doubtless help make The Assembly Rooms such a popular venue with our favourite band. More popular with HMHB, it would seem, than with tribute bands like “Pure Purple” supported by “Somewhere Cover the Rainbow” who I notice from the poster have unfortunately had to cancel tomorrow night’s gig due to lack of interest.
Of course there’s also the Assembly’s legendary backstage collection of bizarre paraphernalia. Fuelled by Spar firewater, I summon the courage to sneak into the green room during the sound-check through the fire doors when nobody’s looking. And sure enough there it is, unattended – can this really be Tammy Wynette’s famous pink & chrome winnebago, bought and imported from the states by the venue’s eccentric owner? Well it certainly isn’t one of Dirk Hofman’s motor homes. As my eyes slowly get used to the half-light, I’m as awestruck as Howard Carter must have been when he opened that tomb. I gradually make out many other “wondrous things” around this huge dimly-lit chamber that serves as the green room for visiting acts. Two full-size mummy cases, a dodgem car, a genuine blue Dalek purchased from the BBC props department, and a table footy table (alas, not subbuteo). There is however no sign of a Gatling Gun that has been mentioned on the venue’s website in the past.
I take a few photos with my phone, realising that my friends will never believe all this without evidence. These may even appear upon the internet, if and when I work out how to make that possible. Tempted by the free tea and coffee facilities and imagining myself luxuriating on Tammy’s pink plush banquette with a cuppa while singing “D.I.V.O.R.C.E.”, I suddenly feel a chill down my spine as I hear loud, authoritative footsteps approaching .
Is there time to make it back to the fire doors? Probably not. And if I hide in the Winnebago, I may be cornered by security and ejected before the gig has begun, and even more importantly before I have a chance to get the long-awaited new album. There’s only one thing for it – I slip quietly inside one of those mummy cases and try to stay as quiet as possible, shutting the case with a real sound-effects-LP-style creak. My nose only just fits in. But help! In my haste I’ve forgotten that I suffer from claustrophobia. And agoraphobia. Trapped inside a mummy case in a cavernous green room is bleak, especially midweek, so I push the sarcophagus lid back, slightly ajar, with another ridiculous creaking noise straight out of Scooby Doo. I breathe deeply.
The fluorescent strip-lights are switched on, and I can see that indeed it is the venue’s chief goon-at-the-entrance who has paced into the room, a veritable Bruiser McHuge. Has he heard that creak as I pushed the Egyptian coffin lid back open? No – fortunately. Imagine my relief when I see that he’s already got his gig ear-plugs in, and he’s only interested in going to the fire exit for a quick crafty smoke. When he’s finished his cigarette, he disappears back into the venue to be further bemused by the soundcheck. Or perhaps he’s a fan of the band? Who knows. But if he was a fan, would he have ear plugs in? Maybe yes -HMHB Lyrics Project regular ‘Third Rate Les’ wears his earplugs at all the gigs, you know.
Relaxing as the coast now seems clear, I emerge from my hiding place with an even louder creak, to make my escape. Imagine my surprise, and that of mild-mannered HMHB guitarist Ken Hancock, when I realise that in fact the security man had not been the only person to enter the room while I was inside the ancient relic. Ken’s just sitting there in the dodgem car, finishing his pre-gig takeaway chips. I’ve pulled my t-shirt up over my face to affect anonymity and I just say “Hi, Ken, just doing some research for my Project” as I stride out of the mummy case and accelerate straight out of the back door, as embarrassed as Ken is startled. The venerable master of the Strat just nods, and presumably wonders if those were the right kind of mushrooms in his soup at the cafe earlier on.
I hasten round the back alley to steady my own spooked nerves with a delicious 6.6% Mud City Stout at the Wetherspoon’s. This fine brew makes the Guinness drinkers look more than somewhat unadventurous. Do they only go to Wetherspoons for the Curry Night and the T.B.A. ?? I’ve had a bellyful of Guinness. There. I’m saying it, finally. When you get to know real stouts, Guinness is just a crock of sh*t.
Inside the venue, it’s a final few minutes of queueing before finally being privileged to purchase the album that’s been 6 months in the making and so much longer in the waiting. The Patience of Job indeed. Like I say, I won’t spoil anything for you. How could I, when the cover immediately provides more questions than answers? Are the sleeve notes about ‘Joy in Leeuwaarden ‘ a hoax? A semi-hoax at least, surely? Can the Dignitas building really be that anonymous-looking? I guess it would be, really. And does anyone yet know which artist’s version of ‘The Entry into Jerusalem’ has been Hofman-ed there ? And which mountain is that? Surely not a Stiperstone?
I put the CD away and listen to a powerful, affecting support set from JD Meatyard, wishing I’d bought his album too. I last heard John Donaldson (ex-Calvin Party) do his stuff in Holmfirth last December and thought he was excellent then, but in another three quarters of a year he’s polished his delivery even more, and once again his accompanying Dutch duo are outstanding. John is angry about a good range of stuff, and it all builds to the brilliant final combination of ‘MySpace Stars’ and ‘Olive Tree’. Album to be purchased in Manchester for sure.
THE GIG BIT
The Lads appear onstage at 21.05. Not the usual silent minute or so of nonchalant, loveable faffing around in full view, but a more properly planned, determined plugging in , under cover of stage darkness, while a suitably atmospheric track builds the atmosphere, timed to perfection. From this moment on, we can see that the sound-check has actually worked this time. We can hear every word of every song, and everyone else I spoke to during and afterwards (with only one single dissenting voice on The project I notice), agreed that the level of musicianship seemed at least as good as ever too, presumably because the levels on stage seemed to have been more meticulously worked out than usual. The word ‘professional’ seems appropriate with regard to all concerned. Chapeau to the sound man.
After the opening salvoes, Nigel claims, plausibly we feel, that en route to Leamington the band has enjoyed a pleasant sojourn along the way at Chesterton Windmill, where a passer-by had claimed to be Mick Coop. Well would anyone lie about being Mick Coop, he wonders. Not at Chesterton Windmill they wouldn’t. And it certainly wasn’t Ernie Hunt. Two people are spotted in the audience, bandits at eleven o’clock from Nigel’s point of view. One of them was definitely Jocelyn, errrm something or other. Anyone know of any semi-famous Jocelyns? I suppose I should have googled “Famous Jocelyns”, but I can’t be arsed. Anyway the gaps will surely help render my review more ‘interactive’, which is all the rage with the youngsters these days, I’m told.
Yes it’s all very professional tonight. Ken only faffs around with his tuning once or twice, briefly. We are told that the axeman’s brother invented the shower sleeve and was the first man to streak through the Lost Gardens of Heligan, or got lost in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, or something. No wonder Ken seemed to take the mummy’s revenge in his stride, earlier on. Oh and Ken’s brother also inspired ‘CAMRA-man’, we are told. Another unique hat-trick for the Hancock family. Enjoying tonight’s superb sound quality, Ken’s seagull torturing noises during ‘Wrong Grave’ (“true story. It happened to a woman from Ruislip”) are the most authentic you’ll hear this side of Leasowe beach, and his leaning of his guitar up against the ampswitch during ‘Look Dad No Tunes’ is epoch-defining in its expression of the angst and the internal doubt that would be generated after an encounter-with-a-living-dead-mummy-sort-of-thing.
It seems that Ken has perhaps chosen not to tell the rest of the band about his encounter with the mummy’s revenge, realising the rest of the blighters might not even believe him. Perhaps he doesn’t really believe that he really saw it himself? So the only green room shenanigans that Nigel reports is that the Dalek got scared and hid behind the sofa when “The One Show” was on. Hmm, I don’t know if you trust the singer more than this reviewer, folks, but I never even saw a telly in there at all when I was snooping around.
Rather than mentioning Lancashire’s historic triumph in the cricket, Nigel is sensitive to his hosts and laments Warwickshire being pipped at the post. As our small mob of heavy drinking cricket pals chants triumphantly, Nigel says he’s “more of a [Cheshire] minor counties man himself, of course”.
But the main function of these reviews, is let’s face it, to record our memories of the onstage improvisations for posterity. The “questions in corners of my mind that lurk” include, as they did on at least one occasion last year, “Why is Mr. Universe always from earth?” But I don’t recall ever previously having heard hearing “Constant Metal Machine Music” as a line in ‘All I want for Xmas is a DPAK’. This version seems to have been set in the childhood home of Neil Crossley, judging by Nigel’s gestures. It seems that it was Neil who was sent up to the loft this time. Meanwhile, the salient action in ‘Bad Losers on Yahoo! Chess’, again according to subtle gestures from Nigel, is firmly set in the bassist’s current abode.
And the improvisation in ‘24HGP’ ? Well let’s just say there was plenty of it, and we enjoyed the quality as well as the quantity. The queue of pre-arranged friends is described as a “living art installation” this time, at least one participant requiring a toilet duck, while others need peat logs. There is an extended discourse on the worst breakfast cereal ever devised. Even the kiddies’ ones have their nostalgic moments. Who doesn’t occasionally yearn for a bowl of Frosties? But Oatibix?!! Who asked for that??! Nigel simply won’t go to that particular 24-hour garage queue member’s breakfast table ever again. He rants too about those dramatic-breakfast-table-scenes-in-soap-operas . Well ,they simply don’t reflect reality, do they ? Breakfast holds little drama for anyone Nigel has ever met.
But the longest discourse is reserved for the kind of programmes the Shell-issue-sweatered one has been watching on his portable telly (no earphones tonight). ‘Garage Attendants Do the Funniest Things’ is one particular reality show that is alluded to. As I’m sure other reviewers have noted, Nigel also has a go at ‘Time Team’ (not as good as it could be/should be, and they try too hard to make the “geo-phys” sound “street”. As you know, I do hate to add my own thoughts to Nigel’s, this being a gig review and all, but on this occasion may I just add, on a personal note to the Time Team producers, that if you’re going to have that much false jeopardy you need a lot less anti-climax). Nigel’s most potent venom is diected towards ‘Country File’. Nigel doesn’t say it, but it’s clear he used to enjoy this programme, for now he speaks with the bitterness of an ex. You have to wait 40 mainly-tedious minutes for the weekly outlook, which is all he watches for these days. And as for the sinister Adam Henson (who loves himself as much as anyone on telly apart from possibly Richard Bacon, and like Bacon doesn’t know that his feigned affability fails to disguise what a git he is – sorry that was me again, not Nigel), well “it’s no wonder they’re rare breeds, ‘cos he keeps killing them.” And what a sinister walk, as he strides off to select some more rare animals for slaughter. I’m not sure if the sandwiches include a particularly rare breed of ham, but the Pringles were Texas Barbecue, £2.23 – cue pantomime booing. These elements of a classic version were not necessarily in that order, of course. Nor was any of the gig.
In a full two-hour set it seemed there were songs that were only going to be included if the sound did indeed turn out to be as good as it was (does that make sense? ). One such number was ‘Doreen’, a showcase for Neil’s posh new acoustic bass thingy. Another was the best ever cover version of ‘Song from Under the Floorboards’. One of the greatest songs ever written, by one of the most original bands of all time, done full justice to because of tonight’s standard of musicianship and soundman-ship. It is to be hoped that those in the audience that didn’t already know the song, and there seemed to be a surprising number, got the beginnings of an education. The reformed Magazine are on tour this autumn, folks, and you could do a lot worse. Anyway, this song was part of a five-song encore to reach the full two-hour tally. We’d chanted lustily for ‘Len Ganley’ but never mind, it’s not been rehearsed.
Then pub, train, curry, bus (National Express – just a crock of sh*t) , train, bicycle. Home to bed at 9 am. Too late for milkmen, but too early for drunks like me. Well worth the knackered-ness.
See you in Manchester, folks . And I hope you don’t see me in any of your nightmares, Ken.
21 September 2011
Dave Wiggins
Wonderful stuff Exxo; loved the prelude as much as I enjoyed your review of the actual show. Roll on Manchester, and the ‘arl-git’ friendly start time of 8pm. That’ll do me.
22 September 2011
Charles Exford
Chapeau to Mike, by the way, for all that detail. Your pencil is clearly sharper than Roger’s, not that I’m dissing the former’s work. Far from it, Roger has also done a fine job and more of an actual ‘review’ than I can manage. Chapeaux to both.
But, talking of plurals which may or may not end in -x, I have had one further flashback that nobody else seemes to have noted. It is that one song, possibly ‘Look Dad’, was introduced as “a song I wrote when I realised the bursar was secretly keeping ibex.”
22 September 2011
Old Git
Regarding EXXO`s remark “beautiful sparkling healthy spa water” i have worked as a plumber in the Pump Room & indeed the spa water does come out of the ground but thats as natural as it gets. The spa water is pumped up to some enormous storage tanks which when i worked there didnt have lids on & were full of pigeon shit ! So if you want to grow into an old git then stay clear.
22 September 2011
Rubber Faced Irritant
Old Git (post 33). I’m 50 and 7 months and thus hereby claim the Oldest Git moniker. A brief search of the information superhighway has failed to unearth NB57’s date of birth. Surely one of my “strange” fellow contributors must know.
22 September 2011
John Burscough
Sorry, RFI: 53 + 11/12.
23 September 2011
Charles Exford
We’ve done this before RFI. Are you saying you haven’t read all 6,500 posts on here? That’s less than 400,000 words, or well less than half the length of the bible.
And Nigel even mentioned on stage last Thursday how old he was. Still racking me brains to remember in what context. It was something like “I’m …. years old and I’ve only just realised ….”
23 September 2011
Greasby Shark
My recollection is that he said something along the lines of, “I was 47 years old before I realised…”, which would make him at least 47, possibly older (depending on precisely WHEN it was that he realised whatever it was he realised).
23 September 2011
Charles Exford
I do now remember the middle bit that you’ve remembered GS, but he did say just before that how old he really was. I’m just not letting on till someone remembers what it was that he realised last year.*
It wasn’t the bit about screw threads and the mic stand was it?
*oops
23 September 2011
Simon
Was it something to do with the tuning on his guitar?
23 September 2011
BrumBiscuit
@Charles; clearly you missed the pre-gig banter warning of said goods train fire. FYI, it was an aviation fuel train, so nice of them to stop it yards from my home so they could put the fire out!
Yes, Leamington has a genteel air about it, and that’s my problem with the venue. maybe I psychosematically (?) associate Leamington, or Royal Leamington Spa – to give it its full title, with such gentility and that’s why Assembly gigs never feel the real deal to me. Bilston has no pretensions of gentility, the Robin2 was never a posh afternoon tea dance venue, and while it’s a bit of a shed architecturally & acoustically, it wins hands down compared to The Assembly. Of course, Dean Friedman’s appearance has summat to do with its status in my eyes, but it’s a proper rock venue, for sure.
Having said all that, I started drinking at 4pm in The Cricketers on my gentle, not genteel, stroll to the Travelodge. There was a hiatus in the drinking while we waited for the Solihull lads to arrive, but we hit the Jug & Jester before 6 and drank steadily thereafter. My recollections of the gig are vaguer than usual as a result. Bilston has the great Olde White Rose, but I can rarely get there before 7 and their £4 carvery assures I don’t have an empty stomach before drinking.
The upshot of all this waffle is that I was pissed and Leamington’s too posh.
Congratulations to Lancashire. Even had we not been deducted points, the Bears would still have come second. My sporting night was more ruined by Birmingham City’s loss to Braga at home. Carson Yeung, you deserve one hell of a beating!
23 September 2011
Rubber Faced Irritant
@Charles: Clearly not assiduously enough. I’ve let you down and myself down. Reading 6500 posts is my homework for the weekend. I’m most interested as it coincides with NSD which I’d like to mark by avoiding the High Street.
23 September 2011
Newfield Chris
I thought Nige said it was “Stewards: A Warning From History” in refrence to those bored looking kings of hi-viz that stare back at you at football matches. Sure that makes more sense than “The Stewarts/Stuarts”
23 September 2011
Charles Exford
Yep Pisstake of the TV series about the Nazis. Stewards as Nazis, at the footy and the gigs.
Mind you most of the Stuarts were almost as bad as most stewards. Don’t get me started on the brushing under the carpet of the war crimes of Prince Rupert and his ilk.
23 September 2011
Charles Exford
‘kinell, that Countryfile forecast tonight was worth waiting about 2 months for, never mind just the 40 minutes. Could forgive a whole herd of Hensons if they’d serve that sort of stuff up more often.
Been waiting over a month for some camping weather, so I’m offski.
25 September 2011
Mac
Has anybody posted up Dave Woodhall’s review from The Birmingham Press?
3 October 2011
S.G.D A SHROPSHIRE LAD
Sorry if this has already been cleared up:
Jim Baines won £103,000 on the pools.
“Six figures on a piece of paper. Who’d think it would change your life,”
Bad Winner though,just ask miss Diane.
3 October 2011
Charles Exford
Oh dear Mr. Woodhall:
1. “HMHB gigs tend to be much the same”. Errm, no they don’t, there’s an average of 40% turnaround of songs between consecutive gigs and the banter is always almost totally diferent.
2. “the words may change to reflect contemporary happenings.”
Other than in 3 particular songs, only one of which was played this night, or indeed at most gigs, this only happens VERY occasionally, the last ime I can remember being “I don’t want to live on Anglesey”, a changed line from a cover of Blondie’s ‘Dreaming’, the night before some celebrity wedding.
3. There’s a new album out – 90 Bisodol – so there’s also a few new songs.
(a) That’s not the full title and (b) there were only 3 songs off the new album, but in fact only one single song off the new album has been debut-ed during the last year.
4. “That one about the football shirt”
It’s about a subbuteo team strip.
5 “Another night with the Half Men.”
You make it sound like some tedious over-frequent ritual. They play about 6 times a year and they aren’t called that.
6. “The packed audience knew what was coming”, No we didn’t – see point #1 above.
7. “Enjoyed it, and will be back for more next time.”
Hooray – some accuracy – the odd smattering of truth among the bollocks means you’re well qualified to go far in most contemporary media empires.
3 October 2011
Mac
No need to be so defensive Exxo, for the record Dave’s a big fan.
4 October 2011
Delia
hey guys you people rock . i hav beocme a fan of this group . I m Myself a drummer and would like to see you all once . you are the perfect one .. wow
21 September 2014
EXXO
This week, for obvious reasons, I’ve been thinking a lot about this wonderful day in Warwickshire ten years ago. Been glued to the sofa watching the cricket from Liverpool for the last 3 days and today the attention turns to Warwickshire.
Lancs, who had played all summer in Liverpool, won in Somerset that day in 2011 to gain their first County Championship title in our lifetimes. After Lancs’ win in Liverpool yesterday, today we hope that Zummerset can deny Warwickshire to bring them their second.
I promise to drink scrumpy for a week if they do.
24 September 2021
EXXO
I meant to mention of course that it was Warwickshire who were denied the title that day and to remind everyone that it was also the day when we got ’90 Bisodol,’ so that’s ten years of Bisodol already. Probably also the day that the ‘Offal’ cover photo was taken.
24 September 2021
EXXO
Ah well, same as it ever was. Once in a lifetime will have to do. Well played bears.
24 September 2021
Brumbiscuit
One man’s meat is another man’s poison, as the saying goes.
My mind was also cast back to that gig, but I had no idea it was a decade ago. Strange that Zummerzet folded in the second innings after being so stubbornly resolute in the first.
The Assembly has seen a succession of owners since the gig, but seems to be back in business. It’s now a pleasant 9-mile walk into town, so bring on the next gig…
25 September 2021
BOBBY SVARC
jd meatyard’s first UK gig and my last pint in the Talbot
26 September 2021
BOBBY SVARC
I remember Geoff showing us around the place and telling us about the decor that had cost mega money and was designed by (in Geoff’s words) that c**t Bowen off the telly, I said bully for him but Geoff was miles behind.
27 September 2021
warden Hodges
Great, super, smashin!
27 September 2021