I have resisted to 'name' them

[Sir C]

Kelly Jones my hole. Fúcking Welsh midget.

I knew I recognised the axe, as such.

"Also present on the new album is his cherry-red 1968 Gibson SG, which Weller flat-out calls the greatest guitar he’s ever owned."

It would appear that the Jones connection is the more important. "His main guitar is a cherry red Gibson SG, now widely known as the "Kellycaster"."

[SWv2]

It would appear that the Jones connection is the more important. "His main guitar is a cherry red Gibson SG, now widely known as the "Kellycaster"."

Must say I have never really understood the success or attraction of the Welsh trio.

I met the original drummer (now dead) on a night out in Cardiff, night before our cup final win over United. A chaotic night of alcohol and beak ensued, from a small city centre nightclub to a domestic premise in Roath.

Despite being life-long friends he did not speak kindly on occasion about your Mr Jones.

Are they still a going concern?

[Sir C]

Must say I have never really understood the success or attraction of the Welsh trio.

I met the original drummer (now dead) on a night out in Cardiff, night before our cup final win over United. A chaotic night of alcohol and beak ensued, from a small city centre nightclub to a domestic premise in Roath.

Despite being life-long friends he did not speak kindly on occasion about your Mr Jones.

Are they still a going concern?

I believe they are still playing live and releasing music, although I don't suppose I've bought an album of theirs in 15 years. I've seen them live a few times and very much enjoy their show. They have quite a brutal guitar sound which appeals to my inner rocker, and Jones can really sing. I'd suggest that with a little more quality in the writing department they could have been quite a huge phenomenon.

[SWv2]

I believe they are still playing live and releasing music, although I don't suppose I've bought an album of theirs in 15 years. I've seen them live a few times and very much enjoy their show. They have quite a brutal guitar sound which appeals to my inner rocker, and Jones can really sing. I'd suggest that with a little more quality in the writing department they could have been quite a huge phenomenon.

Have you started to compile the play list for Saturday afternoon's tear up yet?

[Sir C]

Have you started to compile the play list for Saturday afternoon's tear up yet?

I have. All bootleg stuff, naturally. We'll start with 'Live at The Filmore East, 1978'. That's good for 3 and a half hours. Then, for a complete change of gear, we'll get bang up to date with 'Live at the Ricoh, Coventry, 2015'. That's another 4 hours.

[SWv2]

I have. All bootleg stuff, naturally. We'll start with 'Live at The Filmore East, 1978'. That's good for 3 and a half hours. Then, for a complete change of gear, we'll get bang up to date with 'Live at the Ricoh, Coventry, 2015'. That's another 4 hours.

Okay, interesting. That should see us through to tea time.

And just out of curiosity what is the approximate journey time to your nearest A+E department?

[Sir C]

Okay, interesting. That should see us through to tea time.

And just out of curiosity what is the approximate journey time to your nearest A+E department?

I shall be interested in your opinion of my patented Perfect Weekend Drug Cocktail™. Bear in mind you may not sleep until Thursday.

[Burney]

Must say I have never really understood the success or attraction of the Welsh trio.

I met the original drummer (now dead) on a night out in Cardiff, night before our cup final win over United. A chaotic night of alcohol and beak ensued, from a small city centre nightclub to a domestic premise in Roath.

Despite being life-long friends he did not speak kindly on occasion about your Mr Jones.

Are they still a going concern?

This is one of the things about drug use. It's great and everything, but the wild, wonderful nights all too often ended up with you in some ****ty council house in a completely unfamiliar area wondering how the fûck you're going to get home.

[SWv2]

This is one of the things about drug use. It's great and everything, but the wild, wonderful nights all too often ended up with you in some ****ty council house in a completely unfamiliar area wondering how the fûck you're going to get home.

Since you ask, an expensive cab back to Newport in search of a few hours kip, which did not occur, before back into Cardiff for the match and naturally back on the whole ri-ra again.

In summary, and without any sense of melodrama, it was a complete fúcking disaster,

[redgunamo]

This is one of the things about drug use. It's great and everything, but the wild, wonderful nights all too often ended up with you in some ****ty council house in a completely unfamiliar area wondering how the fûck you're going to get home.

I used to do all that perfectly straight and sober. In Oxford