Martha and I had a live of ocean colour scene, we went to see them at margate winter Gardens one chilly autumn. The hotel well b & b we stayed in was like rigsby House in rising damp. All the walks plastered with pictures of elvis, Muhammed Ali not a spare bit of wall could be seen. The landlady sitting I. The living room with her little dog didn't even open the door just shouted COME In, we go off to the gig, whilst waiting in the very small que, ushered by a very nicely uniformed elderly gent. The band come in the front entrance (must have been out for a beer) Martha nudges me "its them" all excited. As they go past us the usher states in an official voice the ques ere mate, the drummer a 6 foot plus black chap looks down smiling and says 'but were the band" priceless. Great night out during which I changed marfys half pint orders to pints and got her drunk enough to eat a kebab.