Anakin rock (uh-huh).  The female vocalist wailed like a cross between Courtney Love, Manda Rin and Siousie Sioux whilst the band backed her up with a big sound resembling a meeting of Mogwai and the Smashing Pumpkins.  I was most definitely in my element, and began to wish, not for the first time, that venues akin to the Seaforth Inn existed within travelling distance of my home.

Unlike my companions, I was distressingly sober, being both physically and mentally unable to quaff a respectable amount of alcohol that evening.  But even in my state of relative sobriety, I had to concur that, yes, the bassist was a babe.  But then, I've always been attracted to Scottish girls in bands (how else can I explain the Shirley Manson posters?!)