Every cloud and all that ... I was properly pissed off at having to cancel our date at the Bull Ring yesterday after waking up to find nothing emitting my usually reliable gob. Yep, some sneaky beggar pinched my voice when I was off my guard in the land of nod. The silver lining was that it gave us a chance to catch a bunch of our brothers-in-arms in action at one of our favourite venues, The Wakes in Oakengates. The Invisibles and Judas Johnson, two dead impressive Shropshir