The incessant ringing of a doorbell finally permeated the disoriented brain of the scantily clad young woman as she stirred from the couch that had been her place of repose since losing consciousness some time in the preceding hours. She negotiated the mine field of bottles, cans, overflowing ash trays, half empty glasses and prostrate bodies to open the door to a disturbed landlady. The property owner seemed confused when confronted with an unfamiliar face and queried the whereabouts of her legal tennants. It had been about ten hours since the Dead Livers were judged winners of a heat in 3UZ's Country Music Battle of the Bands at the Reservoir Hotel, and the band and supporters had retired for celebrations at the bass guitarist's rented Kensington cottage. It was here that one of the guitarists had found himself wrapped around a toilet bowl in the early hours of the morning, and here that a handful of others ultimately sucumbed to the onslaught of dr...
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