I managed to miss Radio Lucifer by mere minutes which was deeply irritating. Rat Daddy were storming as always, Rock and Roll as it's supposed to be played (with lots of leather and pelvic thrusting), one of the most friendly bands I've had the priveledge of meeting aswell, lovely gents. King Liar and the Brutes were, as alway, a true experience. It was a lovely night all and all, I also had the pleasure of meeting Mr Frosty Jack and driving to Mel's flat wedged between 2 sweaty Rat Daddy members eating various kebab shop wares.