STREET GIG - HOLY BAD SEED, ROBIN, IT'S A COMEDY NICK CAVE MOUSTACHE!

Cambridge is kinda tense tonight. The alkies are getting mardy with French Michel, women are weeping and wailing, and men are making off in pursuit of much mischief. At one point, ten police cars and vans turn up at once lights flashing, and their occupants run off down both ends of the Fez street. Dunno why, but it must have been something pretty serious. Tense everywhere, except in the Folkdisco Sonic Pool of course, which is it's usual happy self.

A big gang of comedy cowboys and gorgeous cowgirls turn up soon after eleven. One of them shoves his comedy Nick Cave moustache on me saying 'It's a bit wet! I've been drinking!' He's fairly amazed to come out of The Place three hours later to find it still glued to my top lip. Women keep stroking it which is quite sweet, but a bit bizarre. Around four, I finally lose patience with a constant tickly nose, and rip the damn thing off. Looks pleasantly victorian on the photos tho.

Later there's loads of superheroes around, so I keep playing the Batman theme tune as various Batmen, Batwomen, various Robins and at least one Xena - Warrior Princess wander past. Maybe, just maybe, it's a coincidence that all the fighting and criminality seems to go down when the superheroes turn up.

Everyone badly wants to sing, so I spend most of the night trying to stay in tune, when all I can hear in my ears is other peoples' singing. Worst is a bald Adrian Edmonson clone, who keeps running off crooning into my unplugged mic, and a bloke who keeps slagging off my moustache. The cheek of it. Anyway, big shouts to Rook, Michel from France, Dr Niko from Cologne, The Frankfurters, Nice Nicky, Cute Catheryn, Brian, Tommy, Keneith, Stewart, Birthday Emma 1, Birthday Emma 2, Birthday Natasha, and white-frocked Suzie's big gang of black-frocked hens.