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smokingboot...are a band who specialise in Metal versions of BeeGees songs (https://www.facebook.com/events/163213147673696/) Who knew? It's not just BeeGees though, Slayer's Raining Blood segued sweetly into It's Raining Men, Grease/You're the one that I want turned up, YMCA and Never Gonna Give You Up worked surprisingly well, in fact pretty much everything, including cunnilingus performed on a guitar, made its way into the glitterfest at the Iron Road. Everyone looked ridiculous, no-one cared.
I had a riot of a time, so much so that I got all excited and went outside to sing my own made up songs to no-one in the carpark. Then I ran back in, and carried on dancing badly. Met the band, who were great company, we sat around talking, then our little posse made our way home at about 4. Frothing happened, tea happened, a little sleep happened, a curious breakfast happened, and then it was time for me to travel to Manchester.
It's been at least a decade since I saw our old house, in fact a long time since I have seen much of the North at all. Everything seems far prettier to me now, though admittedly this was a hot sunny day; the moors and hills were in friendly mood, purple and pink with bursts of yellow, craggy but smiling. Wild apple and pear trees grew along the roadside, rowans waved, and the sheep ate, contented. Then it was down to a friend's front door, and the rest of the weekend was all about Ant-Man and the Wasp, Carpool Karaoke, The Bay and general noshing, drinking and talking. I'm exhausted but delighted to have spent four days in the company of seriously excellent people.
There was something I wanted to mention here, but have forgotten. More sleep needed.
I had a riot of a time, so much so that I got all excited and went outside to sing my own made up songs to no-one in the carpark. Then I ran back in, and carried on dancing badly. Met the band, who were great company, we sat around talking, then our little posse made our way home at about 4. Frothing happened, tea happened, a little sleep happened, a curious breakfast happened, and then it was time for me to travel to Manchester.
It's been at least a decade since I saw our old house, in fact a long time since I have seen much of the North at all. Everything seems far prettier to me now, though admittedly this was a hot sunny day; the moors and hills were in friendly mood, purple and pink with bursts of yellow, craggy but smiling. Wild apple and pear trees grew along the roadside, rowans waved, and the sheep ate, contented. Then it was down to a friend's front door, and the rest of the weekend was all about Ant-Man and the Wasp, Carpool Karaoke, The Bay and general noshing, drinking and talking. I'm exhausted but delighted to have spent four days in the company of seriously excellent people.
There was something I wanted to mention here, but have forgotten. More sleep needed.
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