My sojourn probably started about 4.30 Sat morning having just got in from the Works Do absolutely ratted and having been sick for the first time since my teens. Woken up at 7.50am for the lift to Wales (that's even before the Scottish contingent left!!!).
In desperate need for a fry up and coffee. Finally get to some service station, order a breakfast barm thing, bacon sausage egg , mouth like a bear's backside, can't wait for something hot, and I see it's got bleedin' cheese in! If I eat cheese I die!! It's in the bin. So I'm still ill.
Eventually a lovely lunch at Martin D's mum's, then to the hotel (Martin - listen to me, get a piggin' sat nav) and a 1 hour nap in my room whilst listening to the footy on the radio.
A walk to The Club, then onto the pub. Sorry CJ for introducing you as "this is Colin, he's a tw*t" but it had to be done

lol and double lol.
Glass of water to be followed by beer. Had the water, got a beer, a few sips and I felt like all the contents of my inner body including stomach lining and intestines would be 'chucked up', so I stayed on water.....all night.
Yes, I got Tuck his pint, and Mrs Tuck as well. What that b*st*rd didn't tell you in his above post, was that I then got him, and Mrs Tuck, another pint as well. Yes, Peter. You forgot to mention that didn't you. So, in return for the one pint he got for me those years ago, I've got him 4.... I repeat, 4... (in legal parlance, Mr & Mrs Tuck are jointly and severally liable). And don't forget inflation, at a higher real cost per pint as well. Tw*t !!!

Onto the gig, loved every minute of it. Opening trio excellent. Singer had a great voice. Son of Man stole the show. Brilliant. But highlight for me was 7171 551 with Davey.
I was last of the punters to leave the upstairs. Saw the police, spoke to them afterwards, and me n Davey ambled back to the hotel to arrive and be greeted by a horde of ageing (sorry!) rockers in the hotel lobby, harrassing the young receptionist, accompanied by a bottle of Jack Daniels. Nick & Tony - top fella's. Had some of that, then after 3am I smuggled Davey into my (single!) room so he had somewhere to kip.
Following morning, breakfast with the Bard, Pete M, CJ - doesn't get better than that. Roll on next year.
By the way, Davey in my room. He may be a great bloke and great guitarist.
He's a rubbish sh*g though....