Castle theatre - Wellingborough

Fuck me sideways, was Haze in a bad mood today. I didn't quite get it immediately but over hearing conversations he was having in the van I got it. It was also a give-away that while I was sleeping (or trying to) he was muttering under his breath at people sharing the carriageway en route to Wellingborough things like, "come on, pull out... Arsehole!" "Come on, over take... CUNT!!" Etc which is something that is very much out of character for Haze. 

Turns out the lorry, the recently bought Lorry, had developed a problem which might mean a right-off. 

I'd be pissed too. 

During build up, everyone was getting it in the neck. Clayton got it about putting a table in the mix position when he should be in the booth as tonight was close to sell out. Costell got it about being 25 minutes late ( but exactly the same time as us... Not hypocritical at all!!) and he was generally in a grouchy mood. 

This is a new theatre and a very nice one, easy load in, decent side stage, shit pa installed so we are gonna be using all of ours. Still with a monitor as a make shit mid high and down a few monitors. But enough to get us through. 

The show was pretty much a sell out and the atmosphere was ace. A big, new crowd, usually means a decent show in terms of reception. 

All the band (except me of course being Stevie cabs) went out on the night out, and got royally fucked up. So they were all feeling bit today. Myself, I had spent the evening with my friend Wendy in crystal palace as I'd not seen her in 3 years, I too got a pissed. But as I had to walk from crystal palace to Croydon by 8:00 to put a ticket on the van and then drive from 10:00, I didn't sleep much, worrying about oversleeping. 

By the way, this is the route by foot

4.6 miles!!!! By fucking foot. If only I'd have done this route planner the night before I'd have booked a taxi. 

En route to Croydon I realise how long it was gonna take, called one of the guys at the travelodge to put a ticket on the van and trudged on. 

I decided to book a taxi. 

I called one where I was greeted by a course cunt on the other end who replied with things like, "eh?" And "wha'?!?" When I said things like, "oh hello, could I please order a taxi for straight away please?" I got short, quite quickly and just screamed down the phone, "Just fuck off you rude cunt!!" 

So I walked all the way. 

By the time I got there, my feet were in tatters. And I still had to drive. 

I digress somewhat. After all this, we felt energised pre show. Here's the proof. 

Yeah, buzzing as fuck!!

As a bit of comedy, I took out some of the props like this. 

Oh, it's such a laugh on this tour. Oh, god. Clowns all of us. 

Pull down, drive to lodge. 

Blah fucking blah.