Well, it's the afternoon after the evening before and I'm easing my bruised and battered brain back into reality with the dulcet tones of the new Rancid album - 22 tracks, average song length minute and a half, punk rating off the scale - and trying to work out exactly what happened last night.

Oh yes. The Inaugural Furry Dice Roadshow, at the Water Rats with Jim's Super Stereoworld. We dug out our finest crumpled Hawaiian shirts from the cupboard under the stairs, took along the "MUD!" signs we had done for Glasto but didn't use when Richard Beerless stole our slot, and got ready for a set of confusion, delight and then some more confusion. We scored early on the bemused looks front by spinning "You Give Love A Bad Name", a version of "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" by Bill Cosby, "Hersham Boys", and that Mexican band doing "All My Loving", but as soon as people worked out what we were up to, there was the usual dancing with pints aloft. Well, two blokes. For about half a minute.

THE CLUB BEER AUDIO OVERLOAD EXPERIMENT

Habitual readers of this column will know that I, Ian of Club Beer, have just been on holiday to Rhodes. Well, there the DJs only spin a verse and a chorus of each song before getting bored and moving on, so we decided to try something similar. And if the opening slot was troubling for those new to the Club Beer concept, this was something else entirely. Even Club Beer regular and nepotistic competition winner Zoe was heard to shout, "What are you doing?" after we brought a rapid succession of surefire classics to an untimely end, lost in a red mist of tagteam hysteria. God knows how many records we played - about thirty in twenty minutes I'd say - but it got to the point where we were whipping stuff off after the intro ("Smoke On The Water", ended as soon as the vocals came in) and playing one line from the chorus ("I Will Always Love You", five words long, five seconds well spent). An angry mob was beginning to gather but luckily for us, Jim's lot came on and distracted everyone by being magnificent ("Touchy Feely" a future number one, surely?) and dedicating their new song about cars to our very good selves. Aw shucks guys. It was nothing. Really.

SOME PEOPLE ARE ON THE STAGE...

We didn't know it was going to end in first aid and broken glass. We just thought it would be good idea to play the "Minder" theme tune directly after Jim's Super Stereoworld had left the stage. If we'd had any idea that Terry McCann's rough'n'ready crooning would prompt two very drunken young men to leap onto the stage and grab microphones for the cockney karaoke session from hell, we'd. . . have done it anyway, I should think. In all my year of doing Club Beer, I don't think I've ever seen such a display of utter berkery or a crowd so willing to cheer along. I'm sure a few folk were wondering how we'd follow that, but "It's Raining Men" saw the "MUD!" signs being put to good use and "Since You've Been Gone" started some out of control lurching about from one bloke which ended with him crashing into a load of pint glasses, smashing them to smithereens and cutting himself up in the process. Sensing that some calm was needed, we slipped on "Crazy Horses" for a moment of sombre contemplation, but the power was pulled halfway through and the entertainment was brought to a sudden but not unexpected end. As for the reaction of you, our loyal and wonderful fans. . . well, we sold ONE t-shirt! And Zoe declared, "Yeah, it was alright. For what it was." There can be no higher praise.