The face of Blast Off

It would be rude to say goodbye to Blast Off without mentioning this guy as he has been bothering chatting to us for many years in the lovely back room of Blast Off. Everyone meet Freaky Gav (don't worry he knows we call him this!) he is harmless really and it's usually only an 'alright?', then a 'how you doing?' then another 'alright? then a 'sound' and more often than not another 'alright?' and then a clenched fist handshake thing before dancing our separate ways.

Except for one night when he happened to cop off with a friend visiting from Nottingham. It wasn't till we were back at a friends house and settled into our jimmys that we realised he had followed us home and was throwing stones at her bedroom window. Oh dear.

We don't hold it against you Freaky Gav, you are a Blast Off legend and Mr Bohingles (pictured right) will not steal your limelight!

There are plenty more legends for very different reasons but I probably shouldn't mention them as they are all boys ;) I don't want the boy getting jealous.

The night was finished off with what is by far the most important Blast Off tradition, a Mr Sizzle chips and curry sauce. Delicious drunk, wouldn't touch it sober!