There’s some as might say that I’m trying to recapture my long distant youth.
And there’s some as might say that I never actually grew up.

There’s even some folk as might say that there’s a time to live and a time to die but you should smoke Elvis Presley’s toenails if you wanna get high!

That’s right, ladles and germs, yours truly has just bought two golden tickets for his next musical adventure in gig land in a months time. A friend and I are boarding the nostalgia train on a way trip to Rock City (Nottingham) to see Alternative punk soul rockers, the mighty, the awesome, the one and only Butthole Surfers. This more than makes up finding out that the Revolting Cocks had recently toured a week after they were in the country which was annoying. It’s difficult to keep up with bands who you think are dead and buried as to when they might tour next - they don’t do anything for a decade and then suddenly turn up around the corner and expect you to know. This time, however, I’m locked, cocked and ready to rock. Bring it on!

Remember: there’s a time to shit and a time for God and the last shit I took was pretty fucking odd!