No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam

left to right- Mark, Dave, Rob, Phil
It has been a good bank holiday weekend. Friday Mark turned up with an new bigger bunny hutch, for keeping them penned while people mill about, and a giant George Foreman BBQ grilling Machine, his Dad didn't like it because it lacks the chargrilled flavour, so we now have it. Yay for us!!!!
Phil came down a bit later and part of friday evening and most of saturday morning was spent frantically cleaning and mowing and preparing for visits.
Saturday lunch time Rob arrived and later Dapper Dave turned up (he used to be Tall Dave, then Dave the Lodger, he is still tall but not a lodger anymore) and we all hung out drinking and listening to music.
That evening after a minor fiasco over the taxis (I forgot there were 5 of us, not 4) we all go to The Charlotte safely to watch Led Zepp Too. Tribute band obviously, for Led Zeppelin, who we all like. It was only about half full, which was grand by us, and apart from a small number of total eejits, it was a really good night.
The Drummer absoultely nailed his part, the guitarist and guitar/keyboard player new what they were doing, the weak link was definately the singer, who, sporting a cheap wig and socks in his trousers (appropriate under the circumstances) failed to deliver any real power, for all his enthusiasm. Still, he tried hard and not many people would be up to the task vocally. The set was 2 and a half hours, with some of the songs that tend to run to 40mins live with the real thing, mercifully cut down to 10mins or so. It was amusing to have band members hopping off the stage to use the facilities, and grab a beer before hopping back on, during various points where they weren't needed. Added to the casual atmosphere.
The low point was a small group of morons whose shared braincell was obviously on loan that night putting all their energy into making faces, fighting with each other and pointing at the be-socked crotch, ok, ok, we can all tell, get over it and grow up. The non musical high point was probably the goth soft porn show that took place between two girls, and later a guy who were ummm, i guess dancing(?) in front of the bulk of the crowd.
The first half of the set was definately better, but all told it delivered well for a tribute band.
After the gig we headed back and got a fire going in my back garden. A few more beers and some sausage sarnies later I headfed to bed about 1:15, the four boys got tucked in around 2am and the fire burnt itself out and the ashes were cooled with rain by the time we woke up.
The rest of the weekend was chilled out and quiet, but pleased to say it was also long with the May Day bank holiday yesterday.