And it's a Good evening. I believe we came here before. I don't know whether it was as warm then, but ah, we're gonna have a good one tonight. This is one about a labradour who became rather, rather dodgy with lombago. The only thing he could do was boogie. It was a black one. A black dog.

This is a ah, a bastard actually. This is a track from the new album. It's a track that really, it was written in the height of last year's summer on July the 6th, and oh god. It's a song about school days and little boys who never grow up. It's called Dancing Days. You had it there at the beginning boy. It's not a rehearsal.

Whole Lotta Love!

Wrong! This is a number that we don't usually do in this spot because ah, this is a song that, yeah we don't know it, to be quite honest. Besides that we can't manuever about. Are you alright John? This is a track called The Song Remains the Same.

That was ah, John Paul Jones ably assisted by the Halle orchestra which we've managed to compress into this small three by two foot six box. Far out. I keep getting a shock you know Serano. It's more than a pleasure to be back here. We haven't played in Southampton since last night and ah, and that was great last night. The, the manager of the place was being bludgeoned and ricocheted right around the gig in his bow tie and everything. So this one's for him.

It's called Stairway to Heaven.

I tell you what, hang on shh. I got stones in my passway. This is a, this is one we'd very much like to do that, but wev'e lost three mandolins and so instead we'd like to do something that might entice the nine tenths male audience in this hall tonight to get up and be very groovy. Oh, God's truth. This is it. Very good. Right, this is for, hang on, who's that geezer whose name is on the bog wall? What was his name? ah, This is for ah, I went downstairs, we've been here quite a long time actually, as you can tell by our condition. um We were, and uh, I went to the toilet, as people do, you thought we didn't didn't ya? And on the wall I saw somebody's name. Alan Whitehead. So for dear Alan wherever he is. This is for him.

Thank you. Thank you very much and a jolly good night. Good evening. We'd like to ah, before it gets a bit silly, you're sounding like that bog wall downstairs, I got to tell you. Yeah, we'd like to do Hot Love, but we haven't rehearsed it yet. This is for BP Fillic, Fallac, what was his name? Fallen. ah Is everybody ready?

Well you've been very wonderful ladies and gentlemen of Southampton ah, but its good night from me.

Thank you. Thank you. This is one of our early tunes and ah, god knows if we can remember it. It's called How Many More Times.

And it's a thouroughly knackered good night. Good night.