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23.02.2002, Tap And Spile, Newcastle w/ Mr Shiraz, Turtlehead and Shark Eye Williams.

Up to Newcastle it is, in the middle of bloody winter. Am I wrong in my head? Its snowed, its hailed, there's force nine gales, a bit of rain, even some sun, though not much. Get up there around sixish, aren't we the professional ones eh? My god we may even do a sound check, just to top it all off. Get to place, find its in a room below the boozer, its small but its alright. Fair few in as well. Must be giro week. We stay relatively sober until we play, as is becoming the norm. We are slowly turning into a middle aged rock band, a bit like if you see Aerosmith or Ozzy Osbourne these days on the telly, being all nice and sober. This must mean our records are going to get worse. Is this possible? Probably! Play well, the abuse is there in abundance, but its all very lighthearted for a change. I enjoy it. People seem to enjoy it. Flog a few of the new album. Proceed to go to a metal club, where there's some window licking, clubfoot DJ, who refuses to play AC/DC! Fucking moron! Says he's got no Saxon either. Fucking idiot! Plays loads of trendy arse nu metal which sounds exactly the same. Doesn't even play Slipknot who I don't mind. Mind you he looks like the 10th member. His mask is fucking hideous!!!!!!!

10.01.2002, Studio, Hartlepool w/Whizzwood.

New Year again. Doesn't time fly when your having fun? So a foggy, miserable journey it is up the old A19 to the home of the hanging monkey. We get there, and no one can decide whose on first. We don't mind, get it over and done with, so eventually decide it's us. Stoney's turned up with 'er indoors, which is the first time he's seen us, I think, since he left over a year ago. So we play, its tight, and at one point have a total of 3 people dancing, my god!!!!! Now I know we're not the greatest band in the world, or even that easy to dance to, but it gets annoying when people say they think your good, but sit on their fat arses all the way through, whilst we almost have heart attacks playing. Maybe its having to trek up there on a Thursday night, but at times it gets right on my tit ends! Saying all that I thought we played a blinder, and anyone who disagrees is wrong, so there!!!!!!! Oh yeah for the record, Whizzwood beat us and at one point had 4 people up, and are real men who play on ten. God bless 'em, the wee bastards!