I may have mentioned my beloved Gig Station wagon sadly went to the wreckers some time back and I have been hard pressed to find a replacement. This has necessitated hiring some vehicles, as, for some reason (PETE D.!!!!) we are now carrying more production gear.

(PETE!!!)

Ahem. Anyway, when I went to collect our vehicle the other day, it wasn't there. Instead, I was obliged to accept a Kia Carnival.

OH @%&# I hear you say.

Ah no, wait a minute, my bad, that was me swearing. !@&^*@. How am I gonna fit our gig gear into THIS

Well, using remarkable uncanny mental processing system of algebra and Tetris, I can say

Where Zod = Me and Kneel = I pack LIKE A BOSS

other bands will talk about their awesome hair, airplanes, grammys, guitar skills and music.

Me? I have already bragged that I make a good sandwich. This is true. Give me a deli and a stick of bread and ask me to make you one, you will be happy.

However, I am starting to  realize the Force can be expressed in Packing. I shall now apply to the College of Roadies for Admission, or perhaps get a job packing clowns into cars. I am awesome.

Oh yeah we did a gig last night, yadda yadda, Rosie played well, good vibes, good times...But The PACK!!

BTW Props to Kia, this is a nippy, sporty little car with Tardis Capacity. Bravo.

oh yeah some pics from the gig:

And you could win a kyak.

(sigh)