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Thanks to everyone who voted for the bar. Looks like we beat the curse (and all you cunts that voted for me - I'll deal with you later )

Move to Fiji, or Wales.

No he's exactly the same. What you read is what you get. Only shiftier looking.

I think Oggy should have been on in place of Rory. As for punching Camie... I could probably do that, just for the cheap thrill of it

Cos Biz has 5 accounts here??

Aah - good that you replied. I didn't realize that it was you on drums, I was too distracted by taking the piss out of Kirk! But yes I do know you as a person of good character so this does narrow it down thanks. I've also been able to rule out Onion Terror. Should have the culprit nailed real soon.

We all thought that before we spent time in the bar alone. "Do you know why people are afraid when they're alone? I do. *SNIFF SNIFF*"

Once when Doug and I were cleaning up at 2am, there was this rumbling sound and it was the mop bucket. It rolled out from under the bar counter, made a right turn, rolled along to the the hatch, made another right turn, rolled down the step and onto the floor, rolled along to the centre of the room then tipped over onto it's side. Doug and I were at opposite ends of the room facing each other and frozen to the spot, we both saw the whole thing. The bucket was empty. Another time as I came upstairs at 2am, and someone lobbed a bread knife at me. There was nobody else in the bar. When the builders were in working over night in 2003 they heard an banging sound coming from somewhere around the stage. As they were telling me this someone went downstairs and opened and closed the keg cellar door (you need to slam it shut), this made the exact same sound. They both went pure white.

Take some consolation; If they've listened to the stuff on your iPod then they're probably dead by now.

And it was mobbed.

One of our house cymbals went missing on Saturday the 31st January. The bands that played that night all claim they had nothing to do with this, but nobody else had access to the stage that night. I'm no longer interested in recovering the cymbal, I just want to find out who took it. To this end I'm offering a 200 reward for any good information. That's 20 more than the cymbal cost new. The missing cymbal is a ZILDJIAN 15" K CUSTOM DARK CRASH. Just for clarification the reward is not for recovery of the cymbal but for the identification of the thief. Additionally someone stole a brand new Pearl cymbal stand 2 weeks previously. This was worth 40. I'm offering a 50 reward to anyone who can identity the person who took that.

*WARNING: MATHEMATICAL MOMENT* It's almost 20% but not quite as the 10%s are deducted individually. So if the drink was 2 you'd get 20p off for being a student, making it 1.80, then another 18p off for being a pirate, making it 1.62. *END*

What would be good is if Gerry Anderson designed a drum riser that worked like the family sofa in Thunderbirds. That way you could have the next drummer setting up his kit in advance, and it just switches the risers hydraulically at changeover time. The cost might be somewhat prohibitive though, but there may be a way to get around this by introducing a drummer tax of some sort.

The Moorings one starts at 8pm on Sundays. It has a full back line with drum kit, bass, up to 3 guitars, and enough vocals for a small choir. It's hosted by Repunzel. There's an engineer present. Regular attendees may be invited to join the house band where they benefit from cost price drinks during the open mic and 25% off drinks at all other times.

Needles as in the band, or well... you know.

It's underneath the other building, they flattened it. It was a really dodgy pub and rave club. You wouldn't have liked it.

Thanks Milner, I couldn't have explained this any better myself (but here is some input anyway LOL). It boils down to: Fairness - if we had to change the kit four times there would be no gig. Economics - engineers need paid, and sound checks alienate punters, charging a higher ticket price to try and cover those loses this wouldn't help as less people would attend. We're packed out most Saturdays so reckon we have it about right. Sound - the drummer will play better on is own kit granted... but the EQ isn't going to be so good. At the end of the day NOBODY in the audience will notice the difference anyway. Grief - I spent the first 2 years swapping and EQ drum kits multiple times each week, which added up to around 200 hours (or 13 days of my life). If I kept that up it would have run to over a year by the time I bailed out. Life is too short. If Drummerboy is struggling to accept this then he really needs to play somewhere else where the slaves aren't so uppity!

Brilliant post Ian. Fact is that 9 times out of 10 it's going to sound better on a house kit because the engineers been refining the EQ on it over a period of months. Do appreciate someone wanting to use their own gear though, just a bit selfish when it causes so much disruption and hassle to everyone else. By the time the snare, cymbals and pedal have been changed it's only the toms and kick that are left, and those are the hardest things to EQ, so that's the best compromise in my opinion.

That was thoroughly enjoyable. All the bands were fantastic. Autosafari were a revelation (and really nice guys too), and that was easily the best that I have seen Snake Temple Kings play, if only all prog sounded as good as this...

The funniest and worst and funniest and sickest thing I ever saw (possibly in my entire life) was in mid 2002. There were 4 guys waiting to catch the ferry to Shetland, they were all in their late teens or early 20s. One of them got very drunk and passed out in a booth. We'd inherited this bottle of stuff called Coconut Cream Liqueur with the bar, and one of them came over and ordered a shot of it (no ice). It was a thick translucent white colour, and had a similar consistency to... well I'm sure you can guess. They smeared the drink all over his face and around his mouth, then 2 of them got up on the bench either side of him and whipped their tackle out, holding their dicks next to his mouth. The remaining guy had pilfered the victims camera phone from his shirt pocket. He then proceeded to take close up snaps of this poor guys sleeping face with the coconut cream plastered all over it and a dick either side of his mouth. Then they asked for a napkin, wiped the gloop off, and returned his phone to his pocket. I'm guessing that some time later, this poor guy is scanning through the photos of his phone, sees these, checks the date and time, realises that: A) He's got a blank spot. B) He was is some dodgy harbour bar at the time. And considers throwing himself over the side of the ferry. Anyway I guess his losing his Moorings virginity story is not one he goes around telling other people

Our policy is never to let someone back in once they've been barred. That's why you don't see any trouble these days.

I know who your guitar teacher was, that guy was great! That might have been the night that Big Daz got barred. It's one of the few fights and the only glassing that I can recall, and I was there pretty much every weekend between 1990-1998. The Richard Head band usually played in The Malt Mill, think that might have been their only Moorings gig.

First time was sometime in mid 1989, but it was through the day and we didn't know we were in The Moorings, thought it was Wagley's. Was not aware of The Moorings as such at that time. Then on 9th Jan 1990 we went there to meet someone who was unable to show face in The Satellite Bar. It was a Friday or Saturday night. The place was heaving. Back then there was a choice of two doors leading off from the entrance. The one on the right was marked "Public Bar" and the other straight ahead was marked "Cocktail Bar". We opted for the cocktail bar. This led into a short corridor with another door at the far end which took you out roughly where the games machine is now. It was very dark. Ahead of us where tables filled with various heavy metal and biker types. Beyond that was a small dance floor. Behind us and to the right was the public bar which turned out to be in the same room. This was full of sailors and loose looking women. I was instantly hooked. After that I used to started taking dates there to impress them.

Try this, it's much better: tall glass with ice fill 1st third of glass with 1 shot Jager 1 shot Appleton White (or Koko Kanu if you have a sweet tooth) fill next third with guiness top up glass with coke It's called a Demolition Dunk after Duncan who used to drink it.