Tove advised us to check out the Jazz club up the road. We were told that "The Sex Pistols" tribute band were appearing at 9 p.m. I said "Will they spit at us?" and the guy said "I wouldn't have thought so"
It turned out that they were called "The Six Pistols" and they were doing the albumn "Never mind the Bullocks" They blared out the words with plenty of attitude to a very passive audience. They just stood around looking interested as the band went wild on stage. It might have been something to do with the price of a drink FOUR POUNDS AND 50 pence!!
They had a draw at half time. They called the numbers out in Swedish which was interesting because we had our tickets ready...luckily the man sitting by us took pity and translated and low and behold...Gareth won. He was highly delighted..it was dark so it was a little while before he realised that his prize a book was written in Swedish.
Earlier on in the day a gust of wind blew over a huge display of colourful postcards onto the pavement they were swirling around making their way to the water. Corrie said "Come on let's go and help the guy pick them up" No way I thought to myself I was exhausted I couldn't imagine myself running around scrambling after postcards, so I crossed the road and let them get on with it.
They looked so funny I took a video of the commotion. When they had finished helping they came to join me, apparently the shop owner had commented that he couldn't believe his eyes that someone was taking a video of his demise. They were too embarassed to admit they knew me.