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When we last left our crime fighting heroes, Murray Cook had just played his last gig with the band ,* sniff* , at the Revesby RSL. I wore my pants at half mast for three days, until my boss told me to pull them back up whilest serving customers in the dining room. (Wheres a girl going to get chatted up now ???? HMMMMM!!!)
To fill the pink pants comes a man called Mike Caen.
Here are some photos( the tamer ones anyway) taken from two different gigs - Parramatta Commercial Hotel 19/07/02 and Mona Vale 20/07/02, two of the seven glorious days I spent in Sydney this year. Im still trying to grow my liver back.
Introducing MIKE CAEN, the new guitarist. (Thats the guy on the left). And yes, that is my sports bra showing on the right.
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The band playing at the Commercial Hotel in Parramatta. From left to right - Greedy, Duck and Martin.
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Another angle of the band whilest procariously leaning over to grab my beer.
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Mr Twohill belting out a song. The thing is when you are this age in the music industry, one minute you are an old fart having a hit...........
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....The next minute, you are hitting the farter. zzzzzzzzzzz. Hes not really asleep, just for the dumb viewers. He's tightening his bells and whistles.
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And this is what happens when you have had just that little bit too much to drink and dont have much to do. ( or dont have a sex life). I think back now and I cringe.........I actually put two things from the Parramatta pub toilet on my face. Mind you , the acne has cleared up.
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And back to the band. Mike, Birds head, Greedy and Marty. Im proud of these photos seeing that I was blind drunk and didnt once take one of the ceiling.
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Three drunk shielas being held up by four arthritic musicians. The Mentals minus Bird-man with Kaz, Karena and myself.
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