|Well Derek kind of thought it would be this many people. As for me, well as per usual I didn't have a fucking clue - 'somewhere between 50 & 250'. Despite this, Derek was in for a shock.
The first thing we knew was when a battered old ambulance turned up on the friday night, with many people, kids, several dogs and a soundsystem. 'I have lights', 'Pleased to meet you'. And so it began.
|And then more people turned up. Friday night saw about 60 people there, a couple of camp fires, beer and gabba. We had a surprisingly late night and retired for the fun.
Somewhere in the middle of the night I let the sound system men in, with a very full looking van.
|Anyway, this was the scene saturday tea time, quite a lot of people just came for the day as well, it was a bit of a shock really.
There were about a dozen neighbours, as many kids, half as many dogs and loads of people. Was great and slightly shocking - shall we say the portaloos told a sorry story by sunday morning?
|Good job Derek had bought a ridiculous amount of food and beer, he'd even got a barrel of real ale from a local microbrewery. It was a stunning beer and made great headway with impressing the neighbours. Highlight of the day was of course the first band. Lynryd Skynryd returned from the dead for a one off, unrehearsed show.|
|The world can blame Pete for this.
All seemed innocuous beforehand, Pete and I would do a little practice with the members of another band and friends and open the show.
In the end, Pete and I had rehearsed twice and we'd never even met half of the other band members. At the start of each song, Pete would go through the chords with the bassist and I'd rifle through a pile of paper to find the lyrics.
|This lot can't be wrong now, can they?
We still have vague plans to do it again with practice this time, but we rocked. Sweet Home Alabama never sounded so good.