As I said in the last blog, The Holloways are the subject of this blog. And what a band they are, but more about that later, first I must go through the events of the evening.

It started with me getting to the tube station too early due to my immense eagerness, then as per usual Dave being late. But by about ten to 7 we were off on our way up to central London, via Victoria station where we were to meet up with John A.K.A. PotNoodleBoy who im sure everyone remembers fondly. Anyway we met up with him half an hour after we should mainly due to Dave and not my poor scheduling..

We got to Oxford Circus station around 7:40ish then walked up to the 100 club and took our seats.

Now to the interesting part of the evening, we started drinking as soon as we got in the door despite it being a school night.. such rebels i hear you cry, but no it is true we were drinking. We nabbed a table and sat waiting for the warm ups to get on stage. Mike saw a woman flashing which i somehow managed to miss despite her sitting right in front of me and yes your probably thinking he's lying then (my gullableness comes into play later) but no because she then flashed again but in the opposite direction so i didnt get to see, how distressing.

The first band to enter the arena were Captain Black who I thought were pretty good as did the majority of the party as far as I know. They were very Indie, a 5 piece including a pianist and an acoustic guitar. Can't really say much more about them except that they were pretty good. The second round of drinks were bought during this band if I remember rightly..

Second band or should I say artist was Kid Harpoon, a soloist with an Acoustic guitar. I knew he was going to be good as I already owned one of his songs and his live performance didnt change my opinion of him. He gave off the impression of James Blunt but with talent, and when someone has a track called suicidal grandpa you know you cant be going too far wrong.

Band 3 was 'The Pigeon detectives' the band with the worst name of the night and in my opinion the worst band of the night. Not that they were awful just nothing to get excited about. The lead singer clearly thought too much of himself, even attempting a stage dive at the end of his set, he only just missed falling on the floor as people were more interested in drinking then carrying him along. It was towards the end of their set that we made the move up onto the floor so that we could get top notch views for the man event.

Me, Dave and John went up to the bar after the 3rd band had gone off where me and john both had a pint and for some reason a double gin.. John does buy weird and yet wonderful things. Then we went back towards the area where the others were standing, but when we got there we were told that Fearne Cotton was in the house, yes I did say Fearne Cotton the top of the pops and various other tv show presenter.. wow what a sighting. Dave and Mike went off trying to find her but didnt until she came and stood right next to us about 5 minutes later.. wow.

I of course had to ask her for her autograph as she is such a top list celebrity and luckily I had a pen and the caseof my holloways CD ready for the band to sign later. So in I swept and voila Fearne's autograph.

The Holloways were just about starting their set at this point and what a set it was, out of the measly 3 gigs that I have been too they are deffinately the best. They played all the classics, Happiness and Pennyless, Fuck Ups, Generator, Great Britain, Re-Invent Myself and more, plus some new numbers including Diamonds and Pearls. I must say it was pretty magic. Especially generator and fuck ups at the end, really got the crowd jumping.

Now to my amazing gullability, somewhere in the middle of the set i felt a pinch on my arse, now I thought it was a bit weird but then just assumed that someone had bumped into me or something, but then Mike says "Fearne pinched your bum" and for 2 minutes i was in heaven before realising that they were laughing behind me as it was actually Mike (who I now assume is a closet homosexual) who did it. I really hope that my gullability was at least helped along by the alcohol as now i realise that I was quite foolish to have believed him.

This was not the only action with Fearne though, amediately after the set I quickly asked to have my phot taken with her (by the way I do now deeply love her despite not really being bothered before the gig). So i tap her on the shoulder again to have my photo.. Dave was originally in this pic but I cut him out because he 'uglified' it. After I had the picture i asked her how she knew of the Holloways and I found that she actually knew the lead guitarist which was nice. apologies for creepy smile in the picture, it is made worse by the poor camera skills of Mike.

The band shouted at the end of their set that the afterparty was gonna be held just round the corner and despite knowing we shouldnt really, we decided to go. But first I bought my share of Holloways memorobilia, a horribly over priced T-shirt and a copy of their single 'Happyness and Pennyless'.

So we went round to the boardwalk where the after party was being held. It was still in its very early stages when we got there and despite my willingness to stay , my mates wanted to go. Luckily the band had just about arrived when we were leaving, so I got 3 out of 4 signatures as shown. Alfie, Bryn and Dave Danger, but unfortunately no Rob which was a pity. Buth then off we trotted, found a little take away place, had a Kebab and then made our way back to the tube station to catch the last train. I got back to Colliers Wood by about 1am where i swiftly went to bed so that I would be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the morning

END

WELL, there is so much  that happened and so little that I am prepared to say.. haha

It all started rather badly to be brutally honest, my mate wasnt allowed in which was a bit of a blow and made me feel like a complete bastard but oh well... I had to get in, there was nothing gonna stop me from hearing the wonderful tones of mr. John Hassall (and Harmony Williams, and even occasionally Andrew Dejan-Jung).

So I got in and there was a band on for about 5mins only so i didnt really get much of that, then there was another band, no idea who they were (i really should have listened for the names but as i didnt i shall just list them in chronological order of performance until Yeti) and they were crap to put it bluntley, so I was bored, my mate wasnt there and I had at that point no alcohol in my system. That was soon to change though a nice Fosters was headed my way, which i drunk pretty quickly in the hope that it may liven me up a bit.

The third band on were there 'cos they won some channel 4 competiton or sommat and despite a shaky start I actually thought they were pretty good but unfortunately dunno who they were so it doesnt matter

More drinks of course followed and then another band took to the stage again pretty decent but it might just have been that the alcohol was beginning to mess with my brain at this point - In physical appearance they looked like a typical bunch of scousers and if i remember rightly they were so my judgement cant of been that bad.

By the time the 5th band were on we had moved right up to the front, near the stage in preperation for the band that as far as I was concerned was the main event - the 5th band were again not bad, the lead singer had pretty decent hair aswell and amongst the jubilation of the performance there was a lot happening.. including Rachaels hair nearly being set on fire and a strange dude who was almost certainly drugged up walking around and looking for his mate.

Then.... YETI. They were again brilliant despite the fact that I was in so much pain cos i needed 2 go piss really badly yet knew i wouldnt b able 2 get back to the front if i did. Any way that aside they again played all the top tunes allthough i did miss the insect eating man song that they did the other night, was a shame but still was awesome. I have made my decision, Merry Go Round is deffinately my favourite of their tunes.

We had to leave straight after Yeti, despite I believe 1 band still left to play, but we needed to get to the station before the last train and because i didnt kno when that was, 12 seemed a good time to leave. More fun and games happened on the train with the avoiding of the "mixture of scrambled egg and salmon" looking/smelling vomit on the floor and the wind tunnel affect on Caits hair. Ah but then again they all got off at Bank, goodbye hugs, then I sat down, plugged in the MP3 and then away to Colliers Wood.

My mate was ok though, he went and had a general booze up in Wimbledon and so said that it was ok, I have let him off paying for his ticket aswell 'cos I am just that nice.

No more Yeti in London for the foreseeable future ;'(, oh well, see all you lovely people again some time

Well due to Wednesday being such a great day I thought it only right that I should make plans to attend the gig at the KOKO club on 4th August. And this time I am telling my mates with a good week and a halfs notice rather than the 2 days I gave last time and already that is looking to be paying off with one saying its a good chance he will come (I havnt yet told him about the 2am finish but we'll work on tht).

Yeti are rapidly moving up amongst my favourite bands. My favourite track of theirs, om not sure yet it was never lose your sense of wonder, then merry go round but since the gig in like with you and keep pushing on are in there aswell, its too close to call - but I have to point out that John Hassall although brilliant in every way is still no Pete Doherty, he may be playing silly buggers with drugs but he is still the most legendary legend ever.

As far as bits that I left out of the last blog, beer spilling over myself - thank you miss rachael I did leave it out for a reason, although it wasnt my fault I was making my way through a very crowded pub holding too full to the top pints, just because laura was using me as a battering ram to give her an easy path through just not fair.

Yes the skirt made entirely of ties was indeed very impressive, the colours were lovely but the twirl to show it off could have used some improvement

Photographer who I believe goes by the name of Malcolm was mad, he let PNB get hold of the camera I mean I just dont understand it, but apart from that he did take some good pictures, I'm sure he wont mind me advertising them www.mckipper.co.uk go to the bit about Yeti of course. Although he didnt manage to put up any of the direct pictures of us as a group I do believe I found myself in one of them, yes that tall gangly figure behind the pole, unless im mistaken it is me.

Umm short people with funny names and sommat about Jesus I cant remember and my trainers are old but trustworthy so dont mock them

Thats about it for now, to Cait, Rachael, Laura and whatever the names were of all the others, hope to see you all at KOKO, farewell