Yet another gig (wow!) to review! By the time Marie was ringing the doorbell, I was still getting ready! Beats me how she does it so quick! Anyway, I ran to get the door while I was eating a melon, and I stubbed my toe on the heel of my new shoes I bought for £119 from a well known shop in the city! My varnish had flaked too, so me being me had to do the whole lot again. By this time, Marie had put on some Neal Morse cd on the stereo whilst flicking through my unread Heat mag.

By this time it was nearly mid-day, and it was a two hour journey to this place called Wath for the... GIG, said it again!

Marie said there is a Subway on route so we'll stop there for lunch. This time, we wasn't going to stay over night, so it was a crash night at my place later. Marie is driving again, so no frothy pop for her tonight.

So I packed my handbag with a spare pair of panties in case I wee myself like I did when Marvin Orford spoke to me at Bury!

We got in Marie's Micra, and she took her shoes off. Silly girl had plasters on her heels and toes from where her shoes were two sizes too small, typical, look nice, and they are too small, got to get them.

The Tinyfish cd was in Marie's car, so I asked her to put it on. She said no, I have the Frost cd in there, so we'll play that first. That Jem is dead cute, but Marvin is our hero, shame he's left Pendragon. Ooops, IQ I mean.

I needed a wee, so we stopped at Tibself Services, and had a coffee and a muffin (giggle!), good job we had showers this morning, eh girls! Got back in the car only to befronted by a bloke in a Capri wearing a Pallas t-shirt who asked us if we were going to the gig (yeah!). We thought, how did he know us, then he said he saw us at a Magenta gig in London. nice bloke, but a bit of a letch.

Got to Atlantis (Rotherham) and from the map and directions I printed off, it looked like we were going to have some fun going around 9 roundabouts!

Anyway, got there eventually, and with the amount of Scottish people around, I thought we had gone too far, but hey no, we hadn't.

Got into the place, and saw that IQ chap Mr Jowitt with Charlie's mate Vinnie and some other French bloke who was later to be known as Frankie De La Tour.

From Holland, Kramer were on first, and their sound was a little like Marillion and Genesis. We went to the bar, and I had a cider, and Marie had a water because she wants to keep being a size 8, I do too, but the taste of apples at a gig (wooo!) sends me buzzing! Kramer said their final song was next, so I thought time for a wee. Marie came too to beat the rush, but there was no worry, we had plenty of time! After we adjusted our hair and make-up (I had to put a splodge of varnish on my big toe) Blind Ego were about to start, when our boss Charlie had arrived with two of his girls, Octavia and the Dutchess of Prog. We saw Vinnie and Frankie, but all three of them looked puzzled to what Vinnie and Frankie were talking about, must that French accent I think!

Blind Ego sounded pretty good, and the singer looked like he was enjoying himself. They done a Deep Purple song, so Marie and I had a dance around our handbags to everyone's enjoyment until I fell over and flashed my undercarriage to the band, hope it didn't put them off!

Pallas were next with two singers, and one of them who was a bit small chatted us up at the bar! We got him a Iron Bru and he said he had to go back on the stage.

It was a good gig (last time) and Marie bought a cd, it was the new Ritual cd because we both like the singer.........!

Bye for now, hope to see you all at gig (bugger, said it again, last time now for sure!),

Jo Kinghorn and Marie xxx.