fyi, for all you 80's boppers out there. I especially loved
the embarrassed kids part ;>

  - michael

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[reposted from the nickheyward list]

So all of the members of Haircut 100 turned up and played live on Monday
June 28, 2004 at London's Carling Academy Islington for VH-1's Bands  Reunited
show. Nick Heyward was resplendent in pinstripe suit, white shirt and
silver-grey tie, slight signs of goatee beard and boyishly ruffled hair. 
Arriving on stage, he asked: "Who's ready for a blast of  sunshine?"

Graham has lost almost all his hair but for a silver ruff of  hair at the
back. Les Nemes still looked cool and handsome as ever, although  finally with
his more natural dark hair now. Mark Fox on bongos was there, an  exaggerated
version of himself. Blair Cunningham was great as ever on drums.  Phil was back
on sax, looking pretty much unchanged, with two brothers (not  Phil's) on
brass back-up.

They played 5 songs in all (3 of them twice) and played on stage for about
an hour. Nick Heyward was his rambling story-telling best and managed to get
scatalogical despite the inhibiting effect of the TV cameras.

Set list:
Favourite Shirts
Fantastic Day
Nobody's Fool
Kingsize
Love Plus One

Encore:
Fantastic Day
(Several attempts at) Favourite Shirts
Love Plus One

As well as the above, Nick sang/played a verse from Spandau Ballet's True
and a line from Yesterday.

When they repeatedly attempted Favourite Shirts, Nick told the audience  this
was like a CD in the car which insists on skipping back and playing itself
again. You don't want to try too hard with it because you worry that someone
might come up from behind and hit you, but if you pull over, you still might
get  hit. Those juggernauts drive so fast, Nick said, they still rock you from
side  to side, expecially if you're a Morris Minor driver like him...he is just
able  to go on and on, with inspiration coming from somewhere to keep
talking. He  claimed this was nerves making him talk rubbish rather than shut up.

There were times when he went for shock value with repeated references to
an*l s*x, Les Nemes' kn*b casting "a shadow of fecundity" and claimed this had
made him forget the words.

At other times, he tried to teach the audience to swim like a dolphin, some
of his favourite yoga moves and how he still feels excited just by being
alive.  He claimed he would still be just as happy if he had just got a parking
ticket or if someone repeatedly poked him with a stick for an hour. Because, he
claimed, yoga brings one to the place called Love. Mark Fox shouted out that
it had brought them to place called Islington.

All in all, a wonderfully happy evening with around 100 or so fully grown
adults recapturing their youth and a few embarrassed children dragged along by
Mum or Dad, quite enjoying the performance but wondering why adults all stand
up, have to sing so loud, smoke so much, etc etc etc...

Smiles all round, after some 21 years, a real blast of  sunshine...

Best wishes
Richard Mills