A collective of three mates, with more than a little help from their friends, putting on original, live, underground punk and alternative acts. D.I.Y.
I met Gareth eating the contents of an ashtray and then vomiting them into his glass in a pub we both drank in. I met him several times more at punk gigs at local venues and saw bands he was in and stuff. I remember being in a car park one afternoon with my arse out and people throwing a ball, trying to hit my arse. As I looked round Gareth was beside me, arse out, receiving the same treatment. It was at this point I realized, this guy is a right twat.