Venkman, shorten your stream

Hey, spot the crap seats!

The superb Beacon Theatre is where out story continues. The Plain
White T's do a good opening set. Some clever melodies, particularly on
their slower stuff.
Then it's Snow Patrol, I'm here to exorcise some personal demons
regarding Chasing Cars. It's a powerful set that goes down a storm &
blows my Creepy issues away.
After an encore & standing ovation it's bar time.
O'Neals sounds like the standard Irish Bar, this one however is not.
It's a bit posh, or so we thought. I have to do a ten minute mime
trying to explain to the waitor what a Jim Beam & Coke is. Sitting
beside us is a sweet little Jewish lady who is moaning about her
Husband, John. "you know why I've never seen any cockroaches at home"
she begins "because they can't stand him either" She then launches
into a rage about the local Arts, using a palate of language mixed by
Gorden Ramsey, lovingly blended with the C word.
O'Neals had been crowned our local.