Rude Boy!

Last Saturday was a trip back to the 80's. A Ska band playing all the old favourites.
A sweaty dark gig, full of skinheads, Ben Sherman's & Doc Martens.
Only this time the heads were skinned because of male pattern baldness, the Ben Sherman's were shirts that are probably used for work, &, in my case, the Doc Martens had to be cleaned up after spending 3 years in the allotment shed.
But it was all worth it, judging by the amount of jumping up & down I did (it used to be called dancing). Even the lethargy & stiff back that I still had on Monday was bearable.
That's it for a while though - I can't manage more than one gig a year.