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Three years?! Christ, time flies when you're drinking Jagermeister through both nostrils and taking a shot of sambuca through the eye. Yes, it all seems like yesterday if you mercifully glance over the fact that the Carpet Burn team look forty years older than when it all started. Fifty in Simon's case.
So, this Saturday after you've pranced around with sparklers like big gay men and watched the annual conflagrations around town (bonfire night, innit) shimmy on down to the Eagle for a night that will be more fun than a lunch break in Argos with your mum's pilfered credit card.
She was here earlier in the year and, well, because she was simply AMAZICLE we've asked her to come back for our birthday celebrations. If you were there last time no doubt you'll be there again, and if you missed her, FOOL! get thee hither! JAKI GRAHAM is, in the esoteric musical term: FUCKING BRILLIANT!!
DAVE KENDRICK will be behind the decks (she's quite good too ya know), some clunge will be his fluffer and it's cheap booze and even cheaper boys. I mean really, what more can you friggin' well ask for on a Saturday night out?
£6. 9pm kick off so get down early, Shirley.
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