They’re moving Papworth General there sometime soon, you know. Cambridge, that is, not The Junction. In the meantime, all reviews of the gig are most welcome.
They’re moving Papworth General there sometime soon, you know. Cambridge, that is, not The Junction. In the meantime, all reviews of the gig are most welcome.
Chesneywold
I’ve been here and er that’s it. It’s the end for the true biscuits as this gig began, continued and ultimated massive. Before the gods and before shelford we could roll up any time and be assured of a view of nigel’s adam’s apple but no more. Tonight and the sell out of shrewsbury indicate a future with more opportunities than hemingway’s cat had fingers. The whittlesford parkways of our dreams slip by and though the occasional dreamt of mention of trumpington, rupert brook and mon mome’s flying finish keep us anchored by a filament to our unending long dead youth, a few weeks nay days nay heartbeats is all that exists between an abyss and our hero. Great scott, (and his chilly museum) great chesterford (i was in love with ), i loved it. But it’s over. Audley end. See you in benicassim nigel. (where they’re already calling it jdog…i keep wicket for rod stewarts all star XI) Elsenham?! What madness.
25 March 2010
Chris The Siteowner
Can’t argue with that (mainly because I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother Me). A fine, fine gig, made considerably better by the opportunity to meet so many regulars on this site beforehand at the Earl of Derby, where an Eastern European member of staff pointed at my Dukla Prague away shirt and said something which I couldn’t translate. The venue is good, the sound quite reasonable, although there were more than a few HMHB virgins getting a bit restless in the first half when we were assailed by a series of songs which, shall we say, may have been more enjoyable if you already knew the lyrics. All the songs which have appeared in every recent gig were present and correct: For What is Chatteris, Joy Division Oven Gloves, National Shite Day, The Light At The End Of The Tunnel, and We Built This Village On A Trad Arr Tune. At the other extreme, there were a couple of songs which nobody’s heard live for a long time: Footprints and Uffington Wassail, the latter of which saw “endless Feltz” changed to “endless Kyle”, which puts to bed Stuart’s intriguing theory. Pringles were £1.61, quite a bargain, and our Garage Person was caught playing New Wave Of British Heavy Metal Top Trumps. NB57 had been to Cambridge’s Sedgwick Museum of Earth Sciences, which is about to receive a stiff letter about the cakes available, and also Grantchester, haunt of Brooke and Byron, Waters and Archer. And yes, he did sing “There’s going to be a riot down in Trumpington tonight”.
25 March 2010
Peter Gandy
Great gig. Nice to hear a Lilac Harry Quinn and Footprints – Natasha kaplinsky added to nancy Kominsky, Tomasz Radsinski etc. Sorry not to get to Earl of Derby but plenty of biscuit fans in the Flying Pig.
I’m off to find a Harry Potter wordsearch.
25 March 2010
dagenham dave
Incredibly a bloke behind me angrily shouted out “if you play ‘oven gloves’ you’ve sold out!”, god knows what he’ll do if they actually get in the charts…..
25 March 2010
Greasby Shark
I’m sure Uffington Wassail got an airing at Leamington Spa, Chris?
Gutted to have missed last night, but am looking forward immensely to tonight’s gig!
25 March 2010
Chris The Siteowner
Uffington not listed in this review here but I wasn’t there!
25 March 2010
Chris The Siteowner
Set list, according to rjw999uk on the Yahoo! Group:
Restless Legs
Lock Up Your Mountain Bikes
Fuckin’ ‘Ell It’s Fred Titmus
Bad Losers On Yahoo Chess
A Lilac Harry Quinn
San Antonio Foam Party
Irk The Purists
Uffington Wassail
Bob Wilson Anchorman
Outbreak of Vitas Gerulaitis
Running Order Squabble Fest
Petty Sessions
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
All I Want For Christmas Is A Dukla Prague Away Kit
Bottleneck At Capel Curig
Look Dad No Tunes
The Ballad Of Climie Fisher (start)
Monmore Hare’s Running
Twenty Four Hour Garage People
National Shite Day
Trumpton Riots
For What Is Chatteris?
Apache
Venus In Flares 1966 And All That
Vatican Broadside
Footsteps
We Built This Village On A Trad. Arr. Tune
Evening Of Swing (Has Been Cancelled)
Joy Division Oven Gloves
25 March 2010
Peter Gandy
They did Venus in Flares? Looks like I’ll be about to be appearing in an ad saying: “I’ve got dementia.”
I did think on a number of occasions they were about to do Papworth General, but what I thought was the beginning of the intro was just tuning up!
25 March 2010
dagenham dave
They did play ‘Uffington…’ at Leamington for sure, however I don’t recall hearing ‘Venus…’ last night.
25 March 2010
Third rate Les in his Burberry fez
The reservoir in San Antonio was 6000 below. And the response from God in footprints was rather more robust than “my dear dear child” – more like “you stupid, stupid b*stard”. Heh heh.
And a brilliant bit of crowd banter when someone sang an opening line, Nigel pointed to his right and said “there’s a microphone here” and someone retorted “No – that’s Ken”.
Great sound (although someone (Ken) sounded off key in 1966 And All That), especially Fred Titmus which just sounded ace.
Kept a set list too but it’s at home so will check that against the one here tonight.
WTF is that about Joy Division Oven Gloves? Are there STILL people around who can’t see the difference between “selling out” and “playing a cracking good popular song”?
25 March 2010
Third rate Les in his Burberry fez
(it was definitely 1966 and all that after Apache, not Venus In Flares)
25 March 2010
Daniel Weir
I know I’m not going to be popular with this however I thought the sound was fucking dreadful.
DW x
25 March 2010
John Anderson
Enjoyable gig although a little short on surprises (although the healthy number of older songs delighted my wife). Great to hear 1966, Footprints (featuring Neil’s brand new Les Paul), Uffington and Bottleneck. I’m not that struck on Apache as a cover version though.
You’ve covered all my favourite ad-libs above. NWOBHM Top Trumps took the Biscuit (sorry) for me., During 24 Hour Garage People someone shouted “Where’s this song going?” “Shrewsbury tomorrow” Nigel replied.
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25 March 2010
dagenham dave
Just remembered Nigel’s fashion prediction, ‘fleeces with huskies on’.
Soon to be favoured by the football crowd instead of Stone Island.
25 March 2010
John Anderson
I agree with Daniel that the sound was poor, Ken was hardly audible through much of the set and the volume of the drums seemed to change with each song.
25 March 2010
Istvanski
The sound of the bass and drums were great, however, the guitars were tinny and Nigel’s voice could have cut through better. Sack the soundman…as well as the air-con supervisor.
25 March 2010
Charles Exford
@ Chesney, if Chris can’t, I can argue with that, and I must.
Nothing has changed, except they were on a few minutes earlier onstage, and with a slightly smaller crowd that last time they played the Junction. So Shrewsbury’s sold out, so what ? So would any venue of 500 or less in a decent-sized conurbation after a bit of radio attention. I remember being quite shocked and alienated about the size of the sell-out audiences at Leeds and Liverpool in ’05 (after plenty of decent radio publicity for those gigs including mucho Radio 2 & 1 for those two gigs respectively).
This band won’t be doing a Rage or even a Wurzels. I’m guessing that they will plod on, they won’t plug or campaign for anyone, they will just put songs out there and play them every now and then for a few extra quid, and they will take the piss out of spacebook campaigns. They will be happier on Moel Siabod than at number six in anyone’s charts.
25 March 2010
s.g.d A Shropshire Lad
There was possibly a hint of a new song – Revenge. It seemed to concern Nash and Sobers from ’68.
26 March 2010
JimDroveFromBloodyChatham
Though Trumpton Riots sounded bloody great! Also well suprised but joyus to hear Footsteps. About the comment about playing oven gloves being a sell out, to not play it would be far to self concious a move. It’s thier song and it’s a killer. What kind of a tit begrudges that?
26 March 2010
John Anderson
Re the new Revenge excerpt. It seemed to involve Malcolm Nash stalking the streets of Barbados with 6 bullets.
26 March 2010
uffa
The pringles had gone up from £1.61 in cambridge to £1.72 in shrewsbury last night, increased after the budget i guess. Great version of river deep mountain high.
26 March 2010
BrumBiscuit
Was it an advertised 8.30 start? We missed up to Lilac Harry Quinn! Saw plenty of punters in the Earl of Derby and in the Flying Pig before and after, which is probably why I have to ask what was said about one of my favourite HMHB songs, namely the Ballad of Climie Fisher? How come we didn’t get a full helping?
Robin2 & the White Rose await in September!
Holdens’ Golden Glow in the EoD was a real bonus!!! Bostin’ pint!
26 March 2010
Irish Niall
Raging I missed the Cambridge gig. Mick O’Leary got his wedge and all as he does and will. Unless something else gets announced for the summer it’s looking like Holmfirth for me now. That’s a savage setlist from the Junction.
26 March 2010
s.g.d A Shropshire Lad
Yes Brumbiscuit, my mate got told it was an 8.30 start when he ordered the tickets.
Someone shouted for Climie Fisher and Nigel said he could do it but the others couldn’t, he then proceeded to do it on his own but stopped, saying he wouldn’t do anymore because he couldn’t remember it all and didn’t want to look an arse when he got it wrong.
26 March 2010
dagenham dave
This is what Nigel was talking about…..
http://store.bigchillfleece.com/sihufljadogp.html
although I prefer this one…
http://www.animalkingdomfleece.com/Wolf_Fleece_Jacket.htm
“they’re the future!”
26 March 2010
Charles Exford
It’s off to Cambridge for an exercise in memory and distortion of the facts. Not to mention my habit of writing out half-remembered words as actual quotes (which yes, is even worse than spelling out an interviewee’s laugh).
Mrs. Exford’s never been to this town before, and there’s 800 years of history out there waiting for us on this fine afternoon. Actually there’s even bits of 800 year-old masonry in our room. So that’s enough history, then, and we go off on a pub tour instead, with particular focus on the real ale houses in Syd Barrett territory off Mill Road. The tiny little Live and Let Live pub is the highlight, though neither of us can taste any coriander in the Nethergates Coriander Ale. We’re glad that Chris Rand has arranged a meet-up with Dagenham Dave and a few others off The Lyrics Project in the Earl of Derby, particularly because if they hadn’t told us that the Lads were due to come on at 8.30, with no support, we’d have blithely turned up at the usual 8.50-something and probably missed a few songs . Yes, the Holden’s Golden Glow in all the Greene King houses (where there seems to be an Abbot Ale drought today) is a particularly fine pint.
When we do arrive at the Junction there’s just enough time to spot the lovely Sheila Ravenscroft in the bar, buying a drink for herself and for at least one hirsute Peel offspring. But we’ll miss a couple of songs if we wait in the queue alongside her, so we enter the fray not quite drunk enough, just as the band sidle on. On the way to our position at short leg, we pass Chris again, who has taken up a position just forward of deep square leg, and there is just time for some very satisfying pedantry about what constitutes a Dukla Prague “kit”, and what is just a “shirt”.
“You could play some entrance music” mumbles Nigel, “We’ll still be faffing about for a while yet.” But the Lads are soon ready for business and ‘Restless Legs’ is the bold opening gambit.
“Play one of the good ones!” shouts some knob at deep mid-off (probably an urban, squat sort of person who rarely smiles). “You mean one the drummer knows?” deflects Nigel, showing undeserved tolerance.
‘Lock Up Your Mountain Bikes’ proceeds according to the rule of occasion until the final verse:
“Before the gods that made the gods woke up and made the gods,
Since then the fire engine
Always starts its siren
Just when it gets parallel with me.”
Next ‘Fuckin’ ‘Ell It’s Fred Titmus’. There’s a tiny moshpit developing, though not yet achieving critical mass.
Nigel tells us they’ve been to the Sedgwick Earth Sciences Museum today, where there’s even a newsletter called ‘The Trilobite’. But the museum authorities will be getting a stiffly-worded letter about the range of cakes. “Selection: abominable.”
‘Bad Losers On Yahoo Chess’ is followed by ‘A Lilac Harry Quinn’.
Around this point in the gig Nigel announces a few bars of a putative new song called ‘Revenge’, which is about Malcolm Nash roaming around Barbados with six bullets, presumably looking for Gary Sobers. But doyens of cricketing pedantry were surely thinking that if Nash needed revenge, he did get Sobers out a few times in his career in the years that followed the ‘six sixes’ over. And anyway Nash claimed he was only experimenting with slow left arm bowling in that over, under instructions from his captain, so it wasn’t really off his proper bowling anyway. So he never took it personally, or so he claimed. And anyway Nash and Sobers apparently became golfing buddies after they retired. Not a Climie Fisher situation, then.
“This is about our annual visit to San Antonio for the foam party” says Nigel, introducing, surprisingly, ‘San Antonio Foam Party’. Some of the heckling at this point prompts Nigel to say “it’s like being in front of the Dubious Goals Committee.” Again the pedants had reason for a touch of scepticism, wondering whether said committee ever actually calls witnesses. Next it’s ‘Irk The Purists’, in which there is a clear nod towards Neil when Nigel sings his mate’s name (I note this for the benefit of any deluded souls who still think it’s “so does Peel”).
“We went to Grantchester today as well of course,” claims Nigel, and briefly mentions some delays in a café. But when the punch line messes around with famous lines by Rupert Brooke, we can assume the journey was a fictitious one:
“Stands the church clock at ten to three?
At half past two I ordered tea.”
Next ‘Uffington Wassail’ in which I don’t know why I can particularly remember that “or maybe Martinique” is delivered with especial sarcasm, but everyone notices that “suffered endless Kyle” very obviously replaces “Feltz”.
In ‘Bob Wilson Anchorman’, when the mosh-pit finally achieves critical mass (at this stage of the gig this usually means anything in double figures), Nigel would like to “meet Stevenson and buy him a beer” ….and “meet Faraday the engineer.” Fair enough, lord knows everyone needs a bit of role reversal, not to mention an occasional night off the ale.
Next it’s ‘Outbreak of Vitas Gerulaitis’ (“Why Natasha Kaplinsky, it was you all along!”)
Perhaps challenged to do so by a bandmate, Nigel seems to be striving to produce what sounds like the 1970s Thames TV “ident” between songs tonight, as he gives it a go a couple of times. In Sheffield the Mister Tumble (?) theme seemed to play a similar role in proceedings.[ Come to think of it, why is it called an “ident” when you look it up on Youtube anyway? Nobody had ever heard of an “ident” in the 70s].
Then ‘Running Order Squabble Fest’. At some point around now, Nigel gives us an each-way tip for this year’s Tour de France, but I can’t remember who [I’ve just looked at a list of cyclists to try to jump-start my memory, and for some reason a voice in my head is saying Stuart O’Grady. But it can’t have been him, Shirley?]
This is followed by ‘Petty Sessions’, in which it’s “hymn number 242” tonight. “That was ten pound note” helpfully reminds Mrs. Exford that it’s her round, and soon we are downing a pair of JDs, while those around us brandish their shiny new pairs of JDOGs in feverish anticiption.
‘The Light at the End of the Tunnel’ (the version with two-syllable pronunciations of “Eyam” and “seeyam”) is followed by ‘All I Want For Christmas Is A Dukla Prague Away Kit’, which always transports me back to childhood, and in particular to Beatties toy department in Birkenhead precinct in the early 70s where I used to drool over all the different subbuteo team kits. Only Half Man Half Biscuit have the power to take me first there and then just seconds later to the majestic Peaks of Eryri. “This is about that moment when you first glimpse Moel Siabod”, says Nigel, introducing ‘Bottleneck at Capel Curig.’ “If you can see it through the clouds”, the handful of the audience who know what he’s talking about are probably thinking.
“His grandad invented the pedalo.” Nigel gestures to Ken, who nods proudly. Nobody believes them, after the 1913 Derby story in Sheffield. Maybe he invented the “Effects Pedal-o” though? [Urgh – ed]
Then ‘Look Dad No Tunes’.
Now we all know the Lads like to stick to their running order, and that it’s pointless shouting out for songs, though lord knows we’ve all done it. But it’s the exceptions that prove the rule, and when one lucky punter shouts for ‘Climie Fisher’, Nigel thinks what the heck, trying a half-hearted few lines before giving up. “We haven’t practised that; it’d just end in disaster.”
There’s also a bloke at silly mid-off with a Max Wall haircut shouting for ‘Asparagus next Left’. Oi, that’s my job. Or it was, before I de-commissioned my asparagus after Holmfirth ‘06. Nigel tells him that funnily enough “that’s one they can play, but I can’t.”
Not exactly a request, but there is a pre-booked dedication. “Rowan and Sophie are getting married, and they wanted ‘ Monmore Hare’s Running’ . “Don’t know where they met, but I’d bet it was Ladbrokes.”
Nigel consults his notes and announces that they remind him to “talk about language pills being the future.” But he doesn’t talk about it, just shrugging as if wondering what on earth he was thinking about when he wrote that. I know the feeling. Someone shouts something about giving a pill to HMHB’s most faithful reviewer Roger Green (who is up front, unflinching as usual in his close catching position), and Nigel talks about fleeces with huskies on, apparently now being sported regularly at the match.
And so to ‘24-Hour Garage People’. Pringles £1.61. There seem to be more doors than usual in the shop tonight, at least one of which is padlocked. When the garage shop assistant plods off through one such door, to find Golden Grahams for at least two of Nigel’s five pre-arranged friends in the queue behind him, Nigel’s mind seems to wander too.
“Where’s this song going?” shouts a voice from the audience that sounds remarkably like the same buffoon at deep mid-off (but now even deeper, presumably for the slower delivery of this song). Nigel, glancing up, says “Shrewsbury tomorrow.” Nigel tells us he’s distracted ’cos he was just thinking about the bloke from the garage. “I still see him all the time, in fact I saw him just this morning.”
Our reluctant assistant has got a mug saying “I heart Snetterton” (or was it Snettisham, where they found the body in a freezer this week?). The Sudoku, which he’s only pretending to do, is hiding a Harry Potter wordsearch. There’s some sort of computer game again that he’s too stupid to do, or maybe you can play games on your iPod these days, I wouldn’t know, and his mate is playing NWOBHM (New Wave Of British Heavy Metal) Top Trumps in the back.
At the Leeds gig the fella had a t-shirt on with an arrow pointing upwards saying “I’m with this idiot.” Tonight it’s the same slogan but with no arrows. “It’s the t-shirt’s t-shirt” we are told. Mrs. Exford, among others, feels this line was the zenith of the evening’s patter.
And so Carl’s had his little rest and it’s time to up the intensity with ‘National Shite Day’ (in which the music press ad which Stringy Bob answers at the end says all the usual stuff, plus, somewhat optimistically, “own van”), and then to up the tempo with ‘Trumpton Riots’. Apparently, and for one line only, “there’s going to be a riot down in Trumpington tonight.” Good. It’s always looked like it needs shaking up a bit, but then so do most places round here. If only they had a nightspot in Trumpington that I could recommend to some of these lads with the elbows in the mosh, for their post-gig delectation, then Nigel’s prediction would assuredly come true before the night is out.
Nigel mentioned Denman in Sheffield, and I gave it the old “Kauto Star” on that occasion, so I reckon I’ll chance my arm with a random shout of “Imperial Commander” tonight (a cover bet on said horse had saved me a good few quid in last week’s Gold Cup, when Kauto Star fell). “Yeah but what about Mon Mome?” says Nigel. “Came from nowhere.” This seems to be as good as we’re going to get by way of a Grand National tip.
‘For What Is Chatteris?’ is next, followed by tonight’s cover song, ‘Apache’. Having heard about its debut at Leamington, I’m not expecting to love this as much as I do, having always found The Shadows a bit, errm… sterile. But the Lads’ sheer bloody virtuosity wins me over, and a huge ‘chapeau’ to Ken, who seems to be enjoying himself immensely tonight. And as the guitars make their final collisions, the song does segue most excellently into ‘1966 And All That’, with boots on.
‘Vatican Broadside’ is followed by ‘Footsteps’ (“this is a song written by Richard Digance”), at the end of which, after God’s brilliant “you stupid, stupid bastard” retort, we are taken out into the garden where the vocals were extremely muffled, but if I am not mistaken (and let’s face it, I usually am) our hero robs the family rabbit’s lettuce before asking his dad if he can borrow his golf clubs. Neil is showing off a new guitar, a red Les Paul which he’s got for a bargain price from a bloke called Sidney (“who was a victim of identity theft. So now we just call him S.”) Nigel reaches the “joggers out moshing” line of ‘We Built This Village On A Trad. Arr. Tune’, and gestures towards the moshpit, which has been lively but has never really gone much beyond the 20-mark. If this feels like the captain of the team thanking the away following, that’s because that’s what it is. Thankfully no shirt-throwing though. The encores are ‘Evening of Swing’ and ‘Joy Division Oven Gloves’.
The band came on around 8.35 and finished about 10.30. I couldn’t help musing that an hour and 55 minutes means that if they started at kick-off time on a Saturday they would be finishing exactly when the final scores are coming in on the telly. Isn’t it supposed to be just 57 minutes of “active play” in your average match? We get exactly double that. In other words, excellent value as ever.
When I get back to our room, via a fine old pub called the Free Press, a portrait of S.T. Coleridge is looking down askance at me from the wall. “Write it all down before the laudanum shortage dawns” he seems to be saying, and so I do, more lyrically than literally.
27 March 2010
Chris The Siteowner
As ever, Charles, superb stuff.
And as far as any of us could see, he didn’t have a notebook.
27 March 2010
Patrick Widdess
Review for movingtone.com:
(http://movingtone.com/news/patrick-widdess-reports-half-man-half-biscuit-–-junction-cambridge-24-march-2010)
A Half Man Half Biscuit gig is a rare treat. The band’s laziness and contempt for the music industry has led them to skive off the duties of endless touring. The capacity crowd that turns out at the Junction seem like supporters of a lower division football team; loyal to the team and the true values of the sport. Several are wearing Dukla Prague away kits and a pair of Joy Division oven gloves can be seen waving near the front as the band take to the stage. There is no support act giving the band a full night to cover their extensive back-catalogue. Nigel Blackwell is a unique song writer with lyrics rich in cultural references, parody and surrealism. Lock Up Your Mountain Bikes makes an early appearance in the set and bears all the hallmarks of HMHB. Folky guitar strumming accompanies Blackwell’s easily audible and instantly funny lyrics sung to the tune of She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain. “Do you switch the kitchen light off with your chin? / When your holding tea and toast and there’s no one else about, do you switch the kitchen light off with your chin?” Goes one verse.
The lyrics and humour are not always so transparent. Sometimes the words are lost in the jaunty grind of electric guitars and not everyone can get all the cultural references. Early classic Fuckin’ ‘Ell It’s Fred Titmus! has little meaning to younger fans. Nigel Blackwell keeps finding new targets for his sardonic wit like bad losers on Yahoo! Chess and pretentious middle-class teenagers making angst ridden alternative music in the song Look Dad, No Tunes.
Blackwell must have been taking notes when I was playing Subbuteo as a kid. The pitch was full of creases that could never be ironed out. The only friend I played against used to beat me all the time and when my little brother pushed him onto the pitch crushing most of the players it was pretty much game over. Such childhood woes are echoed in All I Want For Christmas is a Dukla Prague Away Kit. Everyone listens to this classic song with an air of solemnity as if standing for the national anthem at an England game.
Blackwell is wonderfully observant finding humour in every day moments that pass most people by. 24-Hour Garage People is part song, part dialogue with a grumpy garage attendant. He savours each moment like a well-worn anecdote, drawing out the details, adding embellishments. “Where’s this going?” shouts a heckler. Unperturbed Blackwell ponders the set list for a while before launching back into song with “I’ll have ten Kit-Kats and a motoring atlas.”
The between song banter is as witty as the songs and tailored for the Cambridge crowd. The Sedgewick Museum is criticised for it’s lack of cakes and Trumpton Riots is rechristened Trumpington Riots.
The one and a half hour set passes too quickly. The band return for an encore with Nigel sporting a novelty caravan shaped guitar. They close with Joy Division Oven Gloves which could be their first top ten hit if a campaign in support of 6 Music is successful in getting the song to number 6. Chart success has never been high on the band’s agenda. They have long been successful at not being very successful at all. They should have more fans, tour more frequently and get more airplay but that would ruin the charm of British music’s most endearing anti-heroes.
27 March 2010
Precocious Mckenzie
Also thought the sound was “slightly ropey” on a couple of occasions and suprisingly a “Problem Chimp” no show.
Such minor quibbles aside, another top night with plenty of highlights.
1966 and all that, Footsteps, Apache and a wonderful “Dukla Prague” with the obligatory crowd “Errrrrr” to finish!
The garage assistant in his red V-Neck, sent begrudgingly away to seek out the Golden Grahams. Delightful.
What sandwiches have ya got?…Chief…Pal…Skip…Malcolm?
As always, with a set running almost two hours, superb value.
They are and hopefully will remain for many years to come, a national treasure.
28 March 2010
Dave (or I could be Mike)
iirc the each-way bet for this year’s Tour was Andy Schleck – I certainly remember him turning up in the banter at one point.
As did Gene Krupa following a particularly spirited outburst in ‘Irk the Purists (?)
21 April 2010
gordo
I forgot I’d recorded this one at this gig – Lock Up Your Mountain Bikes
http://youtu.be/YfEZKDIhehg
21 March 2012