Almost.
But the Disciple was a lot more relaxed and approachable than the Master.
To get a chance of a quick selfie with Dubious Pubes, one had to queue and buy some merch.
The gig?
There:
The what? The colour? You want the colour back on?
No prob, there you go:
The what? The crowd?
They were lapping it. Both the gig and the opportunity to compare facial hair. A real BeardFest it was.
The staff?
Perhaps not quite as enthusiastic…
Celebrate, the party’s over, I’m going home.
Yeah… on the night bus… (good old 7N)
Nice series of the band but I really like the last photo on the bus.