Beat Myself

Joe with a hat she stole!!


Six Ft Hick were playing again. We were powerless to resist!

This time, they did not smash an ashtray over their heads, throw up in a champagne bucket or snog Joe to an inch of her life.

However, the ovaries did ping along to their testosterone fueled rock and the mosh pit was once again a huge hazard to young ladies with fragile lungs and glasses (Joe I did NOT implicate you directly!). We behaved very badly and pretended to be (pretended....acted like.....were) complete groupies and insisted on talking to the band afterwards. We met another nurse who was as enamoured with the hicks as we were. We were convinced he was gay until his hand slid up my tshirt and curled itself around my bra strap.

So anyway pictures of the delectableness.....




The guitarist Dan. He was lovely and indulged us in our drunken ramblings. For that I am grateful!




Gentle Ben.... I just can't refuse a man with a hairy chest...




...or in tight jeans. He has a stomach I could look at for the rest of my life!




Monkeying around on the ceiling joists. Note the bleeding on his back. This came from when he threw himself onto broken glass and spent the first ten minutes bleeding from various wounds on his back.

I should have been mortified.....but I felt strangely turned on....



Geoffro hinting at the fun you could have on his stomach




Beating on himself....





Making me just a bit more jellified in the knees.






And ending the show just as everyone would love to .

Hands down the pants and groaning!