I am very very very tired. I got to bed last night (this morning) at 3:30am and was up again 4 hours later. I am now living (and working) in a slight haze, where everything is muffled, and all I can smell is the red bull that sits beside me in an attempt to encourage life in my otherwise silent body... ...but it was well worth it. Went last night to the Tuesday Club, first time I've been since Mr Scruff two years ago, and the only disappointment was the fact that we had to wait until 1:30am until Youngblood came on. But on the first sign of a sousaphone walking onto stage, you could sense a curious excitment amongst the Drum n Bass faithful. Their hour long set took the band through samba, hip-hop, big band, jazz, and some amazing trumpet, trombone and sax playing. I doubt the two trumpeters would have struggled on that infamous "top c" in Voyage, that'd be a low note for them. I'm too tired to really think about how amazing it was, but i stayed until the end, and even bought 2 CDs so I could continue to listen. I am now. Would I put up with being tired for a day in order to see them? Too right I would!! I may even be prepared to put up with the rath of Yorkshirepuddin who, understandably, was not best pleased when I woke her up at 3.30 in the morning to inform her about my wonderful time. Thank-you to tMP for being the site that first introduced me to the band.