Dogs Die In Hot Cars

These Glaswegian folks I went to see last night with Miss Pope and Miss Jones and sensational they were! True, GP was nearly squashed to death, drowned in careless public distribution of beer and subjected to unwelcome and prolonged dance instruction from a pack of rampaging Goths. True, the second support act, The Camels, SUCKED almost beyond belief (chauvinistic and crude and unadventurous and utterly, utterly monotonous).

But the The Boat People (a Brisbane outfit) were charming and we enjoyed their set a great deal, and the Dogs themselves made me dance and dance and dance. VERY hoarse throat this a.m. But I wish I'd been able to use it for longer - they were only on for 45 sweet, sweet minutes, which means we endured the Shits of the Desert for almost twice the time. God help us all.