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Yes, I remember the old Three
Fishes Kingston, The Aberfan Hotel South Wales, The Thurlow Arms Norwood, The
Kings Head West Norwood, Butlins, Belgium, Holland, France, Germany, even The
Applegarth Thornton Heath. AND meeting other bands on the Motorways. I remember
them all. I remember the faithful fans who followed us round. I remember other
group members and people we've Gigged with: Andy (Persuaders) Brad (Rapiers) Colin (Rapiers)
Mo, Kevin, Bill, Kenny, Alan Peacock, Simon, Peter, Steve, John Carey, Larry,
Martin, Lemmie, Marty Wilde, Brian Poole, Chas McDevit, Gerry Marsden, Derek
Acorah, The Dreamers, Love Affair, Cuff Links, Mad Mark Peters, Jimmy Jones,
Chas And Dave, The Spice Girls, Dave Berry, The Tornados, Showaddywaddy, Craig
Douglas, The Fourmost (A member for a year with them) Paper Lace to name but a
few. If YOU are not mentioned here drop me an E-Mail and I'll put you up with a
mention, give me your website address and I'll even put that up here too.As for me... I finished playing
with The Raiders one rainy Saturday night on April 10th 2009. It wasn't raining
outside, but was raining in my heart...(Sorry Ray, one of those things I guess).
I did the usual session stuff along with Dave on many CD tracks, and Karaoke
tracks (Sunfly etc). But it Rained again in June 2009 so I stopped it all. Sold
my Guitars (except for my Favourite Strat) Sold my Amps, Mixers the lot. Three
times is NOT a charm, three times is a killer for anyone, so three times makes
it a 'Never Going Back' amount I guess. Actually three times is a joke. I sit
here most days (and nights) remembering those Halcyon days of love and Rock And
Roll. They're gone, but never forgotten. Do I miss it (Sex, yes) Walking out on
Stage with my Guitar, hearing the crowd applaud (yes), plugging in my Guitar, walking
up to the Mic, (yes) John Playing the intro to MOVE IT (Wow, Yes) and away we go, YES I DO MISS
ALL THAT VERY MUCH. What about all the motorway travel, what a crock of S***, what a
Miserable, Grey, Wet, Boring Tiresome means to an end. Sometimes 7 hours in a
Ford Transit Van to get there, Four blokes in a Van, farting most of the way,
Gee Whiz It's Pooh! Do a One Hour show, then 7 hours home again
afterwards, Farting all the way home, what a stink. Call that show business? I call it a pain in the Arse Literally. So
I miss the playing and performing, but not the getting to the Gigs and Home
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