Us fookers really enjoyed it (performance was below par all the same), decided to stay in more 'towny' pubs all afternoon & swop football banter with the locals who were admittedly rather friendly and welcoming. By the time we mooched on over to Hanover ne one was left, but JT managed to hear his phone - so was able to see most peps off of here in the Slaughterhoose. Was actually sat only 2 foot away from Mick being ejected. Saw it all unfold - really funny & to be honest he was rather antagonising the wifey security biatch.
Post gig, one of our mob (Jim'll) brought back a couple of what appeared to be 'normal' scousers back to the gaff @ 4AM from a club. However we awoke 2 hours later to find his coat had been nicked. Funny as fook but went home with that eternal saying...'Gypsy thieving scouse bastards'.
