Once upon a time…..many years ago….
I stumbled across a band called Mest. Almost as long ago I found out they were playing very close to my home town. I set off to meet my younger brother – only to hear he had gotten really ill and couldn’t make it. I pondered and decided I didn’t fancy it on my own so I would maybe just go next time…….but oh no…..there looked like there was never to be a next time as the band split. A few years passed and they got back together and I got to go.
You know you’ve had a good time when at 6pm the next day you still feel shady and your cheek still hurts where you got accidentally kicked by a crowd surfer.
The picture of me and Tony are very dodgy – one of them could win a funny caption contest for sure.