Too old to Rock n Roll, too drunk to piss !

Friday 24th April 09 and we ventured into the depths of da Port (Newport) to the Bassment. Very nice venue, pretty good sound, nice, seedy smoking area, a support band called Cowboy and the Corpse or summat, who knocked out a few psychobilly numbers and were o.k. Demented are Go needn't feel threatened at the moment.
Everyone was in good spirits and the vibe was enough for all to have a fuckin top night despite lack of numbers in the club. It proved to be a good platform to throw in some tunes which have not been performed as Sicknote and these were well received. They will undoubtedly feature on the Death Before Employment tour and at the festys this coming summer. Those that did attend were treated to an outstanding Sicknote set, Doghouse on top form and ranting like a manic cunt in between songs. Abuse was thrown at the crowd, and some was thrown back, all in jest and good heart.
Everyone was pissed or altered some way or another, which let the inihibitions drop to hell and burn there as brightly as the Dog's own heart.
Late back to ours, we topped our evening off with a few brandys before noticing it was half four in the morning. Went to bed and slept for a few hours.

Saturday. Did we really want to go to Blaengarw? Fuck yeah ! Why not ?! No work Sunday, a whole day to recover, I was being driven for a fuckin change, and last year at the Garw holds stories and anecdotes which still ring around the valley to this day! Crisp anyone?
Again, not too many people in attendance, but those who made the effort were once again in awe of the sound, the feel, the ethos, the words and the attitude from the best band to come out of Wales since ... well, no other fucker!
It was like a private little party had been put on for the stalkers (for fucks sake, realise this is in jest! we just believe in the success which is coming Sicknote's way and want to contribute to it and be a part of it) and not caring a shake of a donkey's cock, we danced to every tune. I was brave enough to try to tempt some big, burly, rugby type blokeys into having a dance with me but they were having none of it ! At least I made them smile.

Gigs are coming in every week ; we cant nake them all, but we'll make as many as is possible to do so, and we'll party, and laugh, and get mashed up, and appreciate what we've all got, and come back for more , more, more ! FUCK THAT SHIT ! I WANT MORE!