11th September 1977 - at the Fforde Grene .

Another extravaganza was when, during an interlude, GYGAFO performed "Malice in Punkland".

No details of what happened here - ask those who were there. Again, wish I had a video of this --- Paul strutting around in a ballet frock waving a wand with glitter in it, Eddie in a fairy dress wearing doc martins! Can't remember what Pete was wearing - probably a pint !!

This was a night to remember.

We all arrived early afternoon to get all the gear set up. By 17:00hrs, things were looking good. Time for something to eat. I went home for a bath, and arrived back at the Ffordy for about 19:00hrs.

I couldn't believe my eyes. There were hundreds of people waiting to get in. Parked in my normal place, and went up to the Man O' War bar, so that I could get to the concert room. Everyone there was amazed by the crowds (even Terry couldn't believe it), and this is when we decided to create the raffle. The first prize was a pair of Charlie's underpants (well worn, skid marked and stinky pooh I might add). Terry generously offered a bottle of good wine as a consolation prize. Jubby provided the raffle tickets.

Door opening time.

Bloody hell, the crowd had doubled. How will everyone manage to fit in - I don't know. I was handing out the raffle tickets, and getting amusing comments about first prize. The place was filling up rapidly, and it was very obvious that not everyone would fit in. Terry noticed this and suggested that GYGAFO perform the next night as well. This was relayed to the people who couldn't get in. Even when the doors had to be closed, people were climbing onto window sills to try and get a look in. Trevor was in full swing on the disco.

Intro time, and the audience knew what to expect. The band performed exceptionally well, and this was acknowledged by the audience. Half-way through the set, the raffle was run. I cannot remember who won what prize, but it was very, very funny. The time came for the pyrotechnics. I always used to charge the flash-pots during the song 1984. As I started to move forward to fill the pots, the audience moved back. They knew exactly what was going to happen next! Hell, fans or what. After detonation, the audience flocked back to the front of the stage again -- they knew the timings better than I did.

Brilliant night - and the next night was as good if not better. I noticed a lot of people turning up twice.