Ah, it’s like a hurricane has hit.
The last two months have been massive round these parts. You look around the place and mental pictures float back. Ginger, Willie Dowling and friends stood in the small room in front of the posters. Frankie Stubbs sat on the steps at the side of the stage smiling after the Leatherfaces killer performance. The six fucking deep queue at the bar most of the evening at OurFold. The dance floor filled with people hugging saying “I haven’t seen you in years!” at the Hawthorns Weekender and last night Louise Distras stood stage front silhouetted by the lights banging out tune after tune.
Lou got the full Bolton experience. Kipping over at the Dog, staying up till light chewing the fat, nipping downstairs to help out after some CUNT smashed the front window AGAIN and then being woken up by The Managers rocking up and rehearsing downstairs Sunday style. We’ve ALL been there :)
Ah, Lou. You’re welcome back anytime chuck.
Pics and vid (not yet!) below.
Cheers to Jeff Dawson for the pics.