Again there will be a few ‘Beatle’ bands playing before and after Neil’s set, including an ‘Australian Beatles’ who would rather JJ’s percussion wasn’t around when they were playing. Neil points out that if JJs percussion wasn’t to be around then maybe The Rutles would choose to use their own drum kit rather than busking on the Australian group’s gear and suddenly the request was dropped. It is difficult for John to use another drum kit because of a very stiff leg etc He manages, as he always does, brilliantly. The Carling buzzes. The only drag being that they will not allow T-shirts etc to be sold in the hall and I have to be located down in the foyer. Watching hundreds breeze up to the venue without a second glance at the merchandise is wearying and was glad to have sold so many CDs at Edinburgh. The gig goes well, as always. The good feeling between the members of the band spills onto the audience. The inter-reaction between Mickey, Neil and John is quite special and no matter how many times I see the show, I still enjoy those moments. After the show Tom sells quite a few t-shirts by modelling them aka Victoria Beckham. Suddenly see the potential…maybe in New York, after the show……

Leave the gear at the venue which is always such a luxury and head back to The Adelphi. This time the place is alive. Beatles bands as far as the ear can hear. Into a bar where the music is so loud, that try as you might be tempted to, talking is the worst option, so it has to be dancing or going somewhere quieter. One band is exceptional and, not surprisingly, Neil knows them. He goes over to say well done, thinking they have finished, and ends up playing tambourine and singing to ‘Revolution’.

No-one remembers much about that night. Tom has a gig the next day so leaves at day-break by train and somehow Neil, JJ and I drive back to Suffolk with many more coffee stops than usual.