...and no doubt your knee Stew, it's amazing how you forget about injuries under the influence of alchohol. I remember walking 2 miles home from a Chrimbo do with a knackered ankle after my missus had left me there, all over a flicked pea fight my mate and I had. Next morning the ankle had swollen up a good un and I couldn't put weight on it for 2 days!
Cheers Roddy, thoroughly enjoyed my first Rebs gig ably supported by Mr Rennie's Skandalz. Didn't get a chance to introduce myself as my lift home left straight after your set and I had a baby feeding slot booked in for 2am, thankfully I wasn't too inebriated so put the bottle in the right hole!