“i remember the gig on the satuday saw shaun from 3cr getting off his chops and knocking on doors in the pub in the middle of the night..asking to suck a young ladys toes..??
the gig on the sunday was equally as weird..it was at some working mens club where the landlord and landlady were stagering round with chanpagne in one hand and a bifter in the other..shaun was a bit rough....oops!”
“Yeah, that trades club on the Sunday was a weird one......it was like a scene from Twin Peaks......like a Ken Loach film on psilocybin......us lot and the Three Cornered Rug, worse for wear, in the midst of a real bunch of yonners......not a punk in sight, just loads of nannas, grandads and Mild drinkers, toddlers with ADHD climbing on the tables and having races around the gaff, p*ssheads spilling pints at the bar, etc......vomiting behind the kit as we took to the stage (due to the excesses of the previous night's Salfordian hospitality, afforded to me courtesy of the Foley/Houston household) and recieving a round of applause for it, from the octogenarian, toothless, slipper wearing, gurning nanna sat at the front, who was downing pints at an alarming rate and kept shouting out for us to do 'Bodies' by the Sex Pistols......no, not your usual crowd, by a long chalk.
I think this poster was one of Keith 3CR's creations...”
“That was a fucking scary place...we played our 40 min set & got off to the bar, then 3CR started, singing stuff like "She's only fucking 12" "Thieving Scouse Bastard" and the like which are exactly as you'd imagine. I remember standing at the bar, looking at the audience & thinking "oh fuck...not the face!"
As the Likely Lads would've said...."A very strange Sunday lunchtime gig but"”
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the gig on the sunday was equally as weird..it was at some working mens club where the landlord and landlady were stagering round with chanpagne in one hand and a bifter in the other..shaun was a bit rough....oops!”