We had a band powerful enough to turn goat piss into gasoline...

Thought I should post at least one happy snap from my trip (shame it was overcast).

(image removed at request of no one)

and on a completely unrelated note, I thought I should share these insightful lyrics:

Put some wax on the trax and slide on outta here

Hane hane hane hane hane

Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground

Improve to the groove get down to the sound

Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge

All things lively must be used

Liberté, egalité, au jourd'hui c'est très très très

Voici l'opportunité nous incroyables

I got the moves they got the grooves

Summoned the Gods and they all approved

Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf

Bit of a rap thing going for myself

This gold on the teeth's no sense at all

It only matters when it's on the wall

(Chrous) I'm standing here with my four men

Let's start that rapping thing again:

Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly

In the naughty North and in the sexy South

We're all singing I have the mouth

In the naughty North and in the sexy South

We're all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth

So tired of anarchists looking at me

Don't need their credibility

"Destroy," they say, "Defy! Condemn!"

As long as you don't destroy them

With twenty years of drugs and drink

I thought the time had come to think

About standing up and saying that

It's tragedy and such old hat

(Repeat Chorus)

These happy feet are all we need

Summoned the Gods and they all agreed

These feet won't stop they're in such a hurry

I knock it on the head and I go for a curry

Staying sober can be neat

Get drunk on these here happy feet

Keep on trying to pin me down

"Why a title for your sound?"

I'm standing here with my four men

Let's do this rapping thing again:

(Repeat Chorus)

Fuck, forget Dylan, Adam Ant was some wordsmith..