Back of the van...

Prose extract:


"The smell of sweat mingled with the aroma of stale Brown Ale, vying for supremacy over the lingering fart odour. That there were girls prepared to venture into the back of the van, to allow the stench to assault their nostrils as we assaulted their underwear, was testimony to the tremendous aphrodisiac quality of having your band name appear third from the bottom of the bill next Friday night at the Rex. It was better than Christmas."