Ken's Dirty Dives

 As I'm writing this, I am sipping on a gallon of tea and fighting a (albeit losing) battle that would rival the Somme with a vicious hangover. Foolishly, I lied to myself and said I wasn't going to drink last night "maybe two pints and then I'll be on the near beers and go home" . However, no man is an island and whilst I’m certainly no plenipotentiary, I am one to make executive decisions when called upon. So, some pour decisions were made, beers were consumed, and a hotel room was booked at 1:40am, but we couldn't not. Because last night was a special occasion. Last night was the Saigon Hookers farewell forever show, and sadly much to my chagrin, this isn't a KISS farewell either, this was farewell, goodbye, so long, adios, adjø! For those unfamiliar with the Hookers, simply put, hand on heart, they're one of the greatest rock n roll bands of all time. No frills, no gimmicks, no nonsense, just 5 dudes playing great songs and havin’ a damn good time ...