This is what happens when I get tired, inspired and frustrated by lack of a WiFi connection.
So much Tweeting I want to do.
I want to ask Burton what that thing on his head is?
I want to tell Gas how good it is to see him well and hitting the drums hard again
and say ‘Ah that’s why you have the perspex screen’ (Ville spit and Mige sweat)
And I want to tell them all how great they were tonight.
Not exactly my best work I’ll admit but it was sort off the cuff.