This is still my stuff.

Last Friday night, Highbury Corner. Met up with some mates for a few pints before going to see this crowd of psycho babblers upstairs at the Garage (I think). I don't know what they were called, but - I say, they were jolly energetic. The bass-player was an extremely frightening man, throwing his double-bass around the place as though it were, I don't know, a blow-up doll. As I said to a pal at the time, who knows how he manages to fit band practices in amongst all that weight training?

I didn't stay that long.