Last Wednesday evening I took a wander over to The Roost bar. In the very comfortable surroundings I enjoyed a pint or two in the very pleasant company of one Cormac Neeson, singer with The Answer.
THERE are times when one stops and contemplates one's own mortality. For many of us (Hello Sid and Paddy!) it is in the darkened hour of bright sunlight when the libations of the previous evening(s) cast a vicious potency of hangover revenge upon fragile metabolisms.
But of recent weeks the thought of mortality has been nagging at me:
But of recent weeks the thought of mortality has been nagging at me:
REGULAR readers will know that I have a cerain disdain for those with narrow definitions of hard rock and metal. Regular readers will know that I have a soft spot for Def Leppard.
It is because they were among the bands that defined what Ulster Hall gig shold be about.
In recent years I have become alienated from recent Lepps
It is because they were among the bands that defined what Ulster Hall gig shold be about.
In recent years I have become alienated from recent Lepps
Bowling For Soup have kindly gave us some prizes before the gig next Saturday in Spring and Airbreak (Tickets available http://www.ticketmaster.ie/event/180044B48C8D2C46?artistid=835888&majorcatid=10001&minorcatid=60 )