My body was recovering nicely from the champagne cork boob bruise and the marathon-induced scabs, so it was time to abuse it some more, this time with alcohol. I've drunk at least ten times what I would in a normal week in the last 5 days.. Appaling.
Some of those units were consumed with a nice curry

and some where drunk while watching Sinnerboy, the superb Rory Gallagher tribute band. The guitarist is absolutely note perfect, but has a real passion and energy usually lacking in people playing covers- he plays it like it his own music, which I think is the biggest compliment he could pay to Rory. The rhythmn section are superb too- tight and lively. I was a little aprehensive- surely there can't be many Rory fans on the Wirral? Luckily I was wrong- there was a good crowd. Brian sat reading a magazine through most of the gig, but he was definately in a minority. We all got to hear our favorite Rory songs; dad was happy after an extended version of WALK ON HOT COALS (happy dad?). I was hoping to come home and find out

we had won Euromillions and I could fly the band out for my wedding reception- dad pointed out that it would be a bit selfish to have a band playing music I like rather than something middle of the road, but sod 'em I say- if you can't be selfish on your wedding day, when can you? Unfortunately we are still poor, so it won't happen :(. I feel inspired to go home and get my guitar out... if only I didn't have so many damn thesis corrections.