Before I start I must confess I'm wrecked. Blame that bloody Flashman and his Lowenbrau.
Supposedly gig started at nine, your favourite duo (for the uninitiated thats Sir Archie and Flashman) turned up at ten past the hour for the frigging soundcheck. We watched alone as the band went through their paces (a bit like Keith Harris in his heyday) and decided to chance our arm downstairs in the pub 'proper'. After sinking a few and spotting Kenny Everett (who was absolutely shitfaced by the way) we made our way back upstairs for the main event.
Unbeknownst to us there was a fucking disco on with the likes of Nirvana and somebody else. Flashy asked for a bit of 'Whisky in the Jar' and the totty DJ obliged. Archie asked for a bit of Queen and the DJ said to meet her round the back for a bit of 'how's your father', unfortunately she really said 'I haven't got any but Dave has'. Sir Archie trooped back damning her eyes. Flashman, the old coot, asked for a bit of G 'n' R to which she replied 'ain't got none but Dave has. Flashy replied 'When's Dave on for fuck's sake?'
Anyway The Likeness were great apart from playing lots of B sides and new material (like 'Wanker' and some thing else which I can't remember).
That said the only totty in the room told us they were leaving after two songs and were going downstairs. Despite the semi-on your favourite two some stopped till nearly the end when the desire for growling at the badger became too much.
Ten minutes later the pride of Lancashire were on their way home after fending off multiple offers for slap and tickle, decided on a pizza and cheeseburger instead.
I hope this appears before Flashman writes a sordid account of the night...