When you're younger you can eat what you like, drink what you like and still climb into your 26 inch waist trousers and zip them closed. Then you reach that age .... 24/25 .... your muscles give up, they wave a little white flag and without any warning at all you're suddenly a fat bastard.Cue chanting.
November 21st. Back to Birmingham for a 6pm show where I shall be shouting You Fat Bastard at two middle aged men and a drum machine. The Joy.
This is one of those reunion gigs. I've seen Carter many times, after all, they were around when I was young and just at the right age. But as I've grown older, so have they and I've followed the subsequent works of messrs Jim Bob and Fruit Bat with interest and much pleasure.
Hell, I'm so excited about it I might even end up buying a T-shirt.