Who'd have thought I wouldn't, on a bender, somehow come home with a flamingo or a fur seal or at least a meerkat or something. As it is, it never happened, dang it. I'll have to live with that unfilled void. Not so for three Welshmen who went on holiday to Australia.
The London-based trio via North Wales fronted by bundle of energy Ritzy Bryan has the '60s eardrum-splitting amped-up power of Cream, the '70s progressive intelligence of King Crimson and the '80s punk sensibilities of X and Black Flag.
We bought tickets for the underground tour and were taken into a large workspace where we were fitted out with helmets, headlamps, and battery packs with rescuer breathing masks that belted around our waist.
In an age that celebrates harlots over starlets, PYTs a quarter Betty White's age would require battalions of publicists to garner a fraction of the attention that she's attracting just by being Betty White.