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They had this on the Pack Horse jukebox. Susan used to put it on. B-side of the Girl Can't Help it. The Pack Horse was a bit of a refuge for us away from the hustle and bustle of the town centre. People knew they could find us in the back bar. When it closed we had a big session that ended up with us drinking all sorts of leftovers. We practiced there (upstairs where we stored the gear too) and used to have a roast dinner on Sundays so we were regulars. Towards the end they used to ask us what we were drinking and go to the shops and buy it. I think the brewery had stopped delivering. Now closed possibly becoming offices.
