But what about the rushes?!

Had quite possibly the strangest night of my life.

It involved acting sinister, and frightening one of our mates repeatedly.

It also involved getting another of our mates to swap shoes with aforementioned mate about 20 times.

It also included staying up all night, bikers, having someone chucked out of the Earl (twice), much of Sheffield, lots of walking with Ed and Andy in instinctive formation, and explaining to the police that we're nice people really, and the tall Dutch fellow doesn't really have a black-eye and and we don't want to beat him up, honest.

To top it all, it ultimately wound up with Pisco Sour Hour sitting on a large rock in a park, with me playing guitars, Andy on beloved bongos, and Ed holding it all together by playing the shoes. Next to a chalk-board that said 'Pisco Sour Hour'. And singing "It's A Long Way To Tipparary". Worryingly, this impromptu busking at 7:30 on a Sunday morning seemed to attract more of an audience than a couple of gigs that we've played at the Boardwalk. Though some of those people were actually dogs, that were attached to people.

And a one-eyed cat. Currently named Thomas.

With any luck, the results will be available to view soon. Now off to bed to ensure I didn't dream it all.

Pete