A gig in a wig

OK, deep breath and I've jumped in. 

I have only played a few gigs so far with my world-famous-in-some-corners-of-Worthing band Sidekicks, but on Saturday we did our first party. We played at a 70's themed house warming and met some lovely people. There was an overgrown Superman swooping his cape like a matador, and a Kings of Leon fan who was looking pretty sweaty by the end because he had chosen the Scooby Doo costume at the shop. I would say the house was warmed up nicely, with the aid of gorgeous hosts,  many platform shoes, wigs, very snug catsuits and even the odd pair of hot pants (on a pair of hairy male legs. Every time I shut my eyes I can still see it).  

The next morning a different brand of silliness ensued - this time it was the church variety. Let's just say that after physio first thing Monday morning Col wondered if he might have overdone it, what with the Suggs-style SKA conga and the African dancing he suddenly decided to teach everyone. Hopping and twisting on a knee joint that's been recently reconstructed? "I should have lead with my left leg..." he reflected. We are truly a family of attention seekers. Hence my decision to write a blog! We can keep in touch whilst we're on our trip to Africa (well that's my excuse anyway) x