Saturday Night Fever

Here we are, rather hot and sticky after Orange bikes dropping off our ladies push bikes, and cycling UP HILL (yes, up hill in 30º), getting a little lost, and getting here just in time to catch the end of Morrisey. We will fill you in about tonight, tomorrow, as right now we only have about 2 minutes til Franz Ferdinand come on and there's no way Anita's about to miss them. (She has a bit of a thing for Scots - give me a Brighton Boy any day. Like one of The Kooks for instance. Or maybe they're a bit young for me...)
Lolita and Anita