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Well that was a hell of a weekend, and no mistake.

We, the Monkeys, played a monster covers gig on Friday night. It was probably the most fun I’ve ever had on stage bar none. A couple of songs went mildly awry, but for the most part we were on the money and rocking out in full effect. Ahead rock factor five! The fact that The Carlisle sells Addlestones cider was another bonus, of course.

Saturday was recovery and pottering back up to London, in readiness for Sunday, which saw the wedding of good friends Andrew & May. That was also great fun, and being the people they are I knew I would be OK to rock up in my snakeskin suit, so I did. Amusingly, on the ramp down to our train from Euston, I was accosted by a lady asking “Excuse me, are you a singer or something?” Well, I was wearing wraparound shades, a snakeskin (it’s actually printed leather) suit, cowboy boots, silver nail varnish and jewellery, and a pretty blonde on my arm. It was quite nifty to be able to reply “Guitarist, actually,” and keep walking.

The wedding went off without incident, May looked stunning, Andrew did his groom’s speech in the form of a Powerpoint presentation, and there was booze and dancing. All pretty much as you might expect, and grand it was too. Here’s wishing Mr & Mrs Lament well on their honeymoon in Tobago.

So yesterday was another day off, to recover from the weekend, and what did I do? Managed to drink a bit too much cider in the evening and thus now I feel like shit. It’s not like a normal hangover - no headache or noticeable dehydration - I just feel sick to my stomach, and lots of little things hurt. Even typing too hard is making my fingers hurt a little bit.

I’m going to stop now.