(thanks to Tenille for photos during the set!)

Tonight's show was off the map, in two senses.

In the geographical sense, we were off the map (well, our usual travels anyway) playing at the Bottomup youth cafe in Fish Hoek, the beachfront suburb made famous in recent weeks for a fatal shark attack. Before you ask, yes, we did play our song Sharkman, and it went down very well. Especially well, since against all odds there was a girl there who not only had seen the film Sharkman (upon which the song is based), but actually cheered when we mentioned it. Simon very nearly climbed off the stage to hug her.

In the musical sense, we were off the map with some, ahem, different, versions of our songs, and probably the craziest random banter and stage antics we've ever pulled off on stage.

We arrived for sound check and were plugged in and ready to go in record time. We've had some really quick and really bad sound checks in recent months, but this one was great. Clarity.

Tim P Streep spent a few moments practicing his new 'air drumming' technique  - perfect for when you forget your sticks. And your Streep Suit. Shame on you, sir.

After sound check, it was time for a supper mission, so we piled into two cars and headed off in search of dinner.

We soon decided that Steers was the place to go, and Rich and Emma passed the time by doing a their very own conga line dance.

Poor Tim was so overcome with hunger that he tried to eat his receipt while no one was looking.

We were privileged to share the stage with our good friend Dane Ling, who performed a sort of upgraded version of crowd vocals by actually coming up out of the crowd to sing part of a song. He was so enthusiastic that he sang it long after the actual need for the vocal line had ceased. Legend.

I'm honestly not sure why I decided it was necessary to play keyboard lying down during Only Bath For You, but it may have had something to do with Simon kneeling down during the intro to communicate how romantic the song was.

Simon took an opportunity during a non-vocal bit and unleashed his inner Latin percussionist. When the stage is full of interesting instruments, why not? While killing time between supper and the show, we discovered that our band has a rare gift for World Music too. Rare and unusual. And involving electronic drum samples that sound like cats.

At a recent practice we pointed out to Rich that he looks really distracted on stage at times. Our last gig, for example, had him staring blankly into space while chewing on his tie during one song. Rich really made an effort to combat this by nicking a crowd member's hat and smiling lasciviously at people.

The Jerusa-hat (so named because it says Jerusalem on it) is a regular feature at our shows. We're somewhat superstitious in that we don't think a gig will go well unless someone in the crowd wears it during the set. We used the impartial 'throw it in the general crowd direction' method of selecting a volunteer, and she was gracious enough to wear it. Presumably because there were no mirrors in her line of sight at that moment.

We've been introducing Anna Paquin with a live demonstration of what we mean by Anna Paquin Syndrome, the condition where your face looks a bit strange when you're paused in a film. Rich did a great APS while Simon used the imaginary remote on him.

Simon has had his face melted off by Dylan's guitar solos at a few gigs now, but Dyl took it to a whole new level by paralyzing the entire left side of Simon's body with a single flurry of shredding guitar licks.

The gig was the first place the Dyl unleashed his incredible SuperSqueak(TM) vocal ability, reaching notes that most budgies can't hit, let alone ladies. He only used it for a few words during our cover of Dammit Janet, but my ears are still ringing.

Hugh is a great friend, a loyal Streep fan, and the genius behind the website you're currently browsing. He comes to almost all our shows (thanks buddy) and has heard The Pirate Song many times, but I don't think he's ever had it screamed at him from two feet away by a very angry looking Simon. I hope he could sleep afterwards.

Telling you that Timmy was throwing his drumstick to his girlfriend here would ruin the rock star vibe this photo conveys, so I wont tell you that.