I’d literally just clicked send on the Just Eat order, the anticipation of a large chicken kebab swirling around the axions and synapses.  Was I droolin? Then that little ping and a blue message “I’m on my way”.  What? Why are you on your way?  What purpose? I check the ROCKFLESH calendar, clear as a bell, Oct 1st - Sons of Apollo. I quickly throw a t-shirt and hoodie on and dive out. Johann’s late for a gig I thought was tomorrow.  He roars down the street, I’m already missing the kebab. The rain has turned the roads black, slick and shiny.  Distorted brake lights multiplied in the windscreen.  After a few death defying, maybe law breaking manoeuvres, we are at the familiar side street in Manchester city centre.  The Academy 2 is the epitome of a box auditorium. It looks like a glorified Punch and Judy stand.  

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