my first wife hated the music & the scene [then again she hated everything] she agreed to go to an alldayer with me at scarborough, on the proviso i went to a night out of her music, managed to struggle through the alldayer, then the week after was taken to a wmc in york, where guess what? it was fookin country n western night, walked through the door a bloke dressed up like the milky bar kid greeted me with HOWDY PARDNER! n THEN SHOT ME WITH HIS CAP PISTOL, to wich i replied SEE YA`LL straight out the door