Yes, it was a raging success, a capacity crowd rocking to a mindblowing selection of tunes...ok ok, it was the worst weather Britain had seen for 13 years and we suffered for it. "Lads," said Martyn the landlord, "You're going to die on your arse tonight..." And in terms of pulling punters, how right he was. But in terms of putting on a fantastic night and entertaining the hardy few that had made it out, IT WAS THE BEST ONE YET!!!

Random highlights: Jo, a crusty Natalie Imbruglia lookalike if you can imagine such a delight, dancing on her own to "Eighties" by Killing Joke; the blokes who came up and asked if Francis Rossi was one of the DJs because we used a Status Quo pic for the poster; the girl who rushed up at last orders and said "we've been waiting all night for you to play 'Beaver Patrol' and "Coward Of The County' - that was easily fixed; playing all of 'Freebird' followed by 'Convoy' in an Andrew Mueller isn't here tribute; being asked for Aerosmith, us saying we only had 'Love In An Elevator' and the look of dissapointment on the girl's face - sorry, but we played it anyway; the confused faces of the people trying to do our Question Of Mort quiz, especially the poor bar staff; being bought a pint by Jo who was so pissed one of her mates had to deliver it to us; and others I can't remember right now. It was empty, but it was ace. I never knew dying on your arse was meant to be so much fun.

Click here for the pics. All four of them.