Phil McGroin's recent departure left The Bilge Pumps a couple of members short of their norm for the second weekend of Newcastle. It still took half of us to hold Squeegy's broken guitar string so he could play.
Ah, the essence of a faire, a stage with no patrons nearby and a double-wide trailer in the background. Hip, hip, yee-ha!
Apparently, the queen didn't think the electric eel in her dress was as funny as we did, she called out the militia.
E passed out in disbelief when we actually saw a crowd full of people coming towards the show.
Willy the Bard himself couldn't get the jousting arena ready for the show. Time to bring in the heavy equipment.
It's James Brown! Here in our very show! Oh, no. He can't go on any more.
When the Eshta belly dance troop's drummers took off early for the day, Squint and Maroon sat in for them.
Things were really getting wierd when The Bilge Pumps jolly roger sprouted legs and began to walk around.
It's getting bad when they start putting plastic out for the pirates when they trust their groins forward.
