Rock Blood!

On Friday the Lovely Brothers played their first ever wedding, I've always had my doubts as to whether we really constituted good wedding material, but the wedding had quite a punk theme, we were followed by seminal British punk band UK Subs, and we seemed to go down quite well. We seem to have had a bit of a band epiphany lately, how well we play has very little bearing on how well we go down, what matters is how much we ROCK! Although the music we play is rather far removed from this genre it seems that our performances don't have to be, and when I do things like jumping onto the drum riser and accidentally knocking over a portion of the drum kit people seem to believe it to be a meticulously choreographed part of the act. I managed to sustain my first ever rock injury, during the inevitable rock out at the end of 'Elixir of Youth' Ben was sprawled over the monitor and I was collapsed next to him, shouting the cider names mantra from the end of the song, Ben seemed determined to pay me back for the flying kick I had given him earlier on stage so proceeded to ram his guitar into me, in what was almost tantamount to sodomy. My efforts to stop him doing this resulted in my hand getting rather badly lacerated. We only noticed when we had come off stage and Mick had my blood all over his judo gee.

Ben had used his innate party finding skills to convince one of the members of Anal Beard (another of the bands who played) to have a party at their house. She was apparently reluctant at first but I imagine Ben was as persistent as he was during my on stage buggery. We somehow managed to faff around for an eternity and didn't turn up until 2:30am, to find only one other person there. We got beer delivered by the 'booze brothers' (a very reasonable service I must say £30 for 26 beers at 3am can't be bad!) We stayed until 6am when the neighbours came to complain. Whether we overstayed our welcome is unclear, but even if we didn't I don't think we endeared ourselves any further by returning on sunday evening and cajooling the host to get dressed and get out of bed and come to the pub with us for last orders.