Well what can we say...we came, we rocked and we conquered!
Our lead singer Beanz aka Slipper-Clutch-Daisy had gone up early with the Legend Andy to take full opportunity of the free food on offer while our Jock the Rock had gone to pick up Harley at his girl gui..Scout camp in Wickham!
Jock the Rock wasted no time in making the journey to Little Mo’s house in the Olympic Skoda where they were met by their chubby compadré of rock to complete the rest of the quest to the Salty Dog Saloon.
Once there, they unloaded their instruments of fury and gauged the location with much caution....we’d been told it was a bit like Beirut on a Friday night. Nevertheless, the three unlikely warriors of rock entered the Saloon like three camp cowboys from a Clint Eastwood Spin off under budget cinematic flop where they found the Legend tucking into his triple burger with chips and a bowl of Chilli. Sensing food and suddenly undertaken by an insatiable animal-like appetite, Beanz and Harley instinctively made their way to the kitchen where they found Stu preparing their feast. He sedated the pair of animals with the promise of more triple burgers, chilli and a huge bowl of chips. Harley went and ordered a drink, while Beanz supervised Stu to make sure food was actually on its way.... Satisfied with our gourmet food, we were ready to grab this pub by its goolies and give it a damned good thrashing! Cheers Stu for your amazing cooking, your chilli rocks!
We enjoyed music from a newly formed band of locals known only as Parallel Ground. These unlikely warriors of rock had managed to recruit Jack Black as their drummer. Needless to say, our own JB Stunt double was most impressed. Don’t worry Jock, there’s only one bearded rock god in this county and it’s definitely you baby!! These guys rocked the hell out of the pub so much that we had to pull up some reserve ass kickery to rock the khasbar even more!
We kicked off with the usual numbers... Paranoid went down a storm. Thanks to Elsa for her assistance with backing vocals. There’s definitely something there... we’re not quite sure what but keep at it and you’ll make it someday!
The pub got a damned good rockin for a couple of hours and loved it. We were definitely a hit. Thanks to Mo and her pals for making an appearance and also Di (the Bride!). Always nice to see a friendly face! Harley was able to play the guitar with no hands after you gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye!! What a guy...
Andy and his ancient waterpistol of awesomeness went down a treat and cooled us down with a much needed soaking! Damn it was hot!
We finished the gig off with some free bird action where Harley was forced into playing another 5 minute guitar solo. The poor guitarist’s chubby fingers have third degree burns all over their bad-selves!! The legend had to fasten his hat on extra tight to stop his brains from falling out and Beanz just took his shirt off!! ....maybe that’s why the pub emptied so fast... Jock the Rock kicked ass with his Beard... He’s like Sampson, if he ever shaves it off, his powers will fade!
At the end of it all, we felt that we had done our job. We came and we rocked! Without a doubt! Stu was happy and that’s all that mattered really.
Thanks for the opportunity mate, we loved it. Keep that pub rockin and watch this space!
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