Brantfjord

These middling photos are offered as evidence of our journey to Brantford's Ford Plant. Walter Gretzky told us to keep our head up, feet moving and strings taught before gnawing on some boneless chicken bites.

I wish this had been around when I was 15 instead of Holy Joe's or Reilly's. Brantford bands are fortunate that they can play shows for their friends without being scammed into paying to play


This was the most entertaining band I've seen in a long time. Meta to the max! Was it a joke or is the joke on US? I can't tell anymore. They opened with 'Sex and Candy', wore full body suits and were incapable of playing their instruments. In spite of this (because of this?) they were really fun.


World Lounge! We were refused entry due to out lack of Worldliness.



After the show we went across the street to Rodeo, which features $1 half pints before 9. Two minutes after we got there 5 police cruisers showed up, milled about and did nothing at all.


Ben ordered a horrible drink with an illogical name, it may have been called a Sandtrap. Bootstrap? Boondoggle? Shame Juice?


Harry Burgess is tender white meat.