*Clings*

Er.

Been a while since I had this much to drink.

Managed to get some sleep. And combined with an anti-emetic from work, various over the counter cold meds and a dose of sheer bloody-mindedness I made it to the gig.

Was greeted by the boys when we pitched up, just as they were unloading. Hugs. Pics. (Trying to sort camera now.)

Got invited to soundcheck.

Holy shit. :D

Holy... shit...

Gig. Got bass dropped on head several times. Got guitar dropped on head. Got guitarist in arms more than once. (Almost dropped the daft bugger, too.) Hugs. Beer. Silly girls making passes at band. Sensible girls making mild passes at each other. Slay being hugged by girls and band.

Ollie.

More beer.

Off to bar round corner. Round of shots with band. More flirting with Ollie.

Drive home.

...I think I may have a hangover in the morning... ;)

Kerboom, kerboom....

That'll be the sound of my hangover, then. Little man with hammers on the inside of my skull.

But!

I am still happy and smiling! ( But why, I hear you cry? )

And now I have to go to work. Nothing like mucking snakes out with a hangover... ;)

I am so not a photographer...

Out of 50 photos taken last night, 14 are useable - barely. Damn, I am so not a photographer... ( Anyway, for those of you who have a strong stomach - herrrrrrre's mah pics! )

Damn, wot a night. :D