Due to a very special request from a concerned (but not alarmed) citizen, we did not play at all this evening! Instead we sort of prayed more than played. We all just went to the Shannon and mulled around like chastised kiddies commiserating and plotting and planning our imminent return. When the revolution comes, the wowsers will be the first ones with their backs to the wall, a spotlight in their face, and a microphone in their hand ... plot ... plan ... plot!

So pending the construction of our new stage set in the promised land, at Pat's secret underground sound proof caverna which is now under construction, we must make do, and be content to listen to the soothing song of the brickie, and plasterer, along with the wailings of the wowsers, and the decrees from all the powers, that be - at the Shannon ..do..do..do.. at the Shan-non Hotel ...bup..bup..bup...Yeh!