The year of our Lord, nineteen ninety eight was the time for the band, when things went curiously right. Although the beginning of the year saw the inauspicious show in Trinity for The Prize when Dip broke a sting and had to play a banjo loaned by The Now Infamous National Prayer Breakfast. Vincent’s shady past prevented the band being considered for The Prize: One ticket to The Ball. The six band members wept as the lone songster won. The injustice only sought to make them stronger.

The Funnel was the regular haunt. They would play there, and the flocks of sheep would bleat and mewl their way up the stairs. John grew tired and weak and passing kittens would pick on him for fun. Rock and Roll was eyeing his skeletal frame up as a possible floormat. The band had to carry him around in their pockets and pump him up before gigs. Lisa went to the cinema the night the band were chosen to play along with The Now Infamous Chicks. Dee was there. Dee was fond of the little girls. Dip lost his battle with the demon drink and Simon formed a deal with the Jazz Devil for the fleeting pleasure of borrowed sounds. The band expanded ever more, like Chinas sneaky borders or the Elephant mans head.