It's 4pm on Saturday afternoon. Roads were flooded, livestock in the fields looked suitably pissed off, people were huddled under whatever means of shelter they could find and then as the Kiss Me Judas bus rolled into town - well actually to The Plume of Feathers pub, the torrential rain stopped, people came out from their shelters and the sun actually peeked from behind a cloud.

It turned out to be a great evening and we played outside on stage with people dancing, kids screaming and firworks going off. terrific fun. Thanks to Debbie again and to Alan for having a word on his direct line with the man upstairs to hold off the awful weather.