I wanted to write up a blog to tell you all about our trip to Norwich, but Andy and Hattie beat me to it. The swines!

We played drunkenly and un-rehears-ed-ly for a Liveoke (literally Live band Karaoke) gig at The Kings Head on friday, which is an idea we had to help fund the RGR business. As you've no doubt already heard, the bastard van broke down for half an hour on the way there, meaning we only just got to Cromer in time to play. We set up and sound checked in front of an entire audience, 'cause we're rock 'ard like that.

Being stranded the next day was a blessing in disguise, we spent a good few hours walking down the beach, playing in dodgy amusement arcades, eating Ice Cream, and drinking. It was especially sweet for me 'cause I've been missing the Isle of Wight quite a bit recently, so a sunny beach was precisely what I needed. The gig in Norwich on Saturday went really well - The Queen Charlotte looks like a dodgy pub from the outside, but it's an ace little club inside; quite a surprise! As for the gig, I've played to much bigger crowds, at higher profile gigs, and shared a bill with better bands, but I haven't had as much fun at a gig for years! I really enjoyed the craic from the other bands, and the headline set from The Vegas Fame Index was nothing short of inspirational.

Looking back on the weekend (and nursing a considerable hangover) the highlights have to be Micky's medly of Oasis showtunes, and Daz managing to fall fast asleep in the loudest club in the Universe.