THE BEST CLUB BEER EVER! (31/10/00)

"Er, how come we're the only people here...?" Our lucky Question Of Mort winners ponder why hardly anyone ventured out in the worst British storms for 13 years.


Jo - the girl everyone's calling the "crusty Natalie Imbruglia" - was the only person to dance at Club Beer: The Hurricane Night. So here's two pics of her. One for throwing herself about to "Eighties" by Killing Joke...

 
And one for cutting a rug to "She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult. It may not be immediately apparent from these fine portraits but the lass was just a little, how you say, plastered. Rat-arsed. Blootered. For all that and for buying us a pint, we salute you.

Almost ninety per cent of our expected crowd may have taken one look at the sheets of torrential rain chucking it down outside and decided to stay at home but that didn't mean they missed out on the wonder that is Club Beer. Well it did, but one bloke was so taken with our tunes, he had to share them with his pals elsewhere. God knows what we were playing. Something ridiculous, no doubt.



And, er, that's it.

But, in a spirit of goodwill, we'd just like to "name and shame" the few hardy fools that managed to show up.

Andy Winters and his mate
Crissi and Les
Martin Millar and his pal
Robin Gibson and his friend
Jo and the bloke who brought over our pint
The two lads who won the competition
Martyn and Sharon who run The Hobgoblin
The bloke behind the bar who couldn't recognise Lynyrd Skynrd
The guys who thought Francis Rossi was DJ-ing
The girls who waited for us to play "Coward Of The County"
Ian and Angus

A winter's day, in a cold and dark October...