Someone up there doesn't like me... The BB backroom was packed to the rafters. Anyone who was anyone was there, eager to give the faulty floorboards a good kicking after the JTQ gig. The curse struck me - I danced to about four tunes all night, and even then it felt as though my feet were made from lead. Everyone else had a good time though. I left at 1.30 with a thumping headache, with Wimple Winch's 'save my soul' buzzing around my brain. I was pathetic. Moral of the story: Never say a bad word against beat. Dorian (whyyyyyyyyyyy must I criticise?).
