Fucking hell, how welsh does that sound? I've said some brahmers in my time but that's topping it. Well what do you think? Here's a list of some of them.
"Can you bend this straight?" (Said to Capt Blackheart on the 2004/05 tour)
"I'm up for sitting down!" (Said while in Ireland on the 2003 tour)
"Cripples walk around in wheelchairs" (said to Andy Higgins on the 2011 tour)
Why is it they're all said on tour?
Anyway, after half a bottle of vodka last night in the travelodge, I slept pretty darn well! Though from about 5:30 I was restless and tossed and turned for several hours before having to get up. More the tossing than turning I hasten to add.
The other bus was off to so some promotion in Bristol while we all crammed into the other van, also carrying a massive TV that has eventually come back from repair (yes Dee, THAT TV!) Andy wasn't looking in the best of moods. Worsened when we all gave him shit about being 15 minutes late. He made some excuse about being told the wrong time. Bullshit, I was there when he was told. Which was exactly why "dunno!" was his reply when I asked him, "who told you 11:15?"
To which I then quipped, "no one did, it didn't happen!"
After suffering Costell's bizarre version of how to drive a mini bus to a destination, it was build up time.
The last time I was here was probably 2010. The same gothy tech dude was here and so was the petty crappy in house pa.
It was half band stand time again and I looked forward to fucking about with a tiny kit, trying my best to get it on, with me behind it, to a fashion that I could play with little or no bother.
I finished everything I needed to do with the pa and the drums around 4:00 and I figured I had about 30 minutes to get my cheque in.
Clayton tried tagging along with me but I was having none, I was flying off like Scott of the Antarctic!
After I paid my cheque in I saw I had indeed lost him.
I was wondering around looking for somewhere to eat when the other mini bus passed with Haze driving, in full make up, which was a funny as fuck sight when I considered how it would have looked to a random run of the mill bastard walking along.
Walking back to the venue was a sublime experience as it was the first town this side of Christmas that actually looked Christmassy.
I also passed a bar called Circus Bar and the urge to run back there to have a beer after meeting and soundcheck was stirring. 
Circus bar where a person didn't serve you while on a tight rope... Or something.
I didn't, we ended up going to a whetherspoons. Just for a change!
The meeting was eventless, as was more or less the sound check. Some tweaks to people's monitors here and there and it was off to the pub again where professor, da, Matt and I would embark on a systematic piss take of various people on the tour.
Okay... It was the one person!
The show was really well sold and there was a great atmosphere. We all generally played well but being stuck on that tiny kit balancing precariously on a flight case as to get me to drum kit level, I wasn't at my best.
The pull down was a little slower then it's been, I have no idea why. But it was about 25 minutes slower.
We was all in the vans in enough time for me to look up, and then get second-guessed, direction to Merthyr Tydfil, where we were staying.
Which is incidentally where in writing this.
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