Last night's show was The Weather Club, hosted by London's 17th most beautiful girl (note: Scarlett Johansson, Audrey Tautou, Winona Ryder, Bjork, Michelle Yeo, Jessica Stevenson plus 10 other gorgeous girls of whom I have posters blue tac-ed to the walls of the 'yen cave, all have London residences...).

Being a real life salaryman, I had to come straight from a busy day at work to the show.
Which meant I'd got up in the morning, sleepy eyed, in my pyjamas, sat at the computer and chosen the set for the evening. In my bleary eyed state, it meant the audience were treated to 2 of the wrong versions of songs ("where are the backing vocals to When the song applies to you?" they wondered, "where are the guitars in "The Bear and The Fox?" they pondered), plus a non-existant Your Love for the encore. I could've sworn I'd selected it, but no, the Ten Yen karaoke machine was undeniably empty of said track, when I had to hypnotise the audience and run over to the sound desk to inspect what was going wrong.

So we had another go at Sea Anemone.
Thank you to a lovely audience who were just rip-roaringly kind to their Sensational Singing Salaryman, who was trying to give them the best show that they deserved, but who brought shame on himself, his family and his ancestors for repeating a song again in a set.

Thank you to everyone who came, and to the gentleman at the front who became 'smoke machine technician' by holding his finger down on the 'smoke' button with real flair and imagination.

And thanks to Gem for greeting Ten Yen looking eye-boggle-ingly scrumptious in a summer flower-print dress (her, not me - I was wearing my suit. Bsshhh! Thank you very much an' goodnight! ), and handing me three magic drinks tokens.
A man couldn't ask for more after a hard days work.

Soon after the show, I was whisked back to Battersea in the unofficial Yenmobile and retired to bed, where I slept a happy, exhausted sleep.

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