On The Road

We're on the road to....

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Stop Press: Mini-somnambulist I has broken his wrist playing football and has been instructed that he cannot go skiing. I have no idea what he is going to do with himself for two weeks in the French Alps over xmas and NY. Still, the under-exercised hairy one will probably be glad of the company while everyone else is falling down a hill.

A couple of week's ago we took the mini-somnambulists to see Motorhead. So by a tenuously circuitous route we end up at...

Pop Quiz: For which famous act was Lemmy, lead growler of Motorhead, a roadie before he went front stage?

Motorheadache

SSHHHhhhhh...

We did something highly decadent yesterday and flew to Manchester for only one purpose: to take the mini-somnambulists to see Motorhead (and Saxon and Danko Jones). Fab, if a bit different from the old days.

The first time I saw Lemmy and co was 25-odd years ago - with the classic Fast Eddie and Philthy Phil line up (supported by Anvil, I think). I seem to remember begging for enough cash to buy a ticket and walking about 50 miles, with my friend Jim, to Hammersmith Odeon. We walked through Leicester Square where we met several shady characters, bought bootleg cassettes and refused various drugs. Well various packets of things purported to be drugs, anyway. Two days later, I sat my 'O' level English exam, and remember straining to look up at the gym clock because I had headbanger's neck....

Review and photo to follow... !