Warning. This blurb may contain traces of nuts. Also some really bad dad jokes.

Everyone likes cashews right. Here at Smith’s we love them so much we eat them, poo them out, then eat them again. Mmmm. Cashew nut poo. So yummy. Like a soft crunchy Pollywaffle. Remember them? So good.

When The Cashews were seemingly having difficulties deciding on a date to play a gig at Smith’s, Erin and I decided we’d just book them in and tell them about it and it worked a treat. Well so far anyway. Let’s see if they turn up.

Assuming they do, we’re in for two solid sets of pure unadulterated Cashewy goodness. Testimonials from previous experiences of so much pure delight:

‘I found it a very pleasant experience indeed.’

‘Oh how we laughed and laughed (I wet my pants a little).’

‘I’m as good at the trumpet at Pete. How do they get away with this shit?’ 

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