Hastings white rock theatre

A fairly long drive to the theatre ensured this morning. Haze all the while asking me to check directions when all I really wanted to do was sleep some more. Seriously, this front seat arrangement I've forged for myself is quickly becoming high on the list of fucking stupid things to agree too. It's most definitely up there with, "I'll help with pa for a little extra per week!" 

Having got there 25 minutes late, an absolute crime punishable by death on the circus of hotties (I tried to type horrors but "hotties" came out so I went with it) I quickly set about building the pa with Clayton. It's a wide room and so the full system, which we'd not used in a while, was used. But as we have a mid/high box with a fault, a spare monitor was put up in its place. Not the perfect arrangement but better than having 2 one side and just the one on the other. 

To my surprise it seemed to balance okay, after a fair bit of fucking about I hasten to add. 

I was hoping to meet up with my very dear friend Wendy Hookway who lives near, but as time rode on it didn't seem like it was gonna be possible. I couldn't be walking about town much anyway as my feet have been torn to shreds by the shoes I wear for the build up (and show too but that's a secret) I reckon these things have been designed by a fucking sadist. In some vain attempt to stop the steel toe bit ripping my toes to ribbons, I rolled several layers of gaffa tape around them. 

I'll say it again, if there's a problem you can't solve with gaffa tape then you're not using enough. 

With my feet hurting, the build up being hard, not meeting my friend Wendy and a few other minor things, I wasn't in the best of moods when it came to eat around 4:00. 

But I did see England lose to New Zealand in Twickenham, so that cheered me up!

Only joking, I though England put on a valiant performance and shouldn't feel bad by being beaten by a very good All Blacks side (when are they ever NOT?!?)

I limped back to the theatre after not fining a drum shop in which to buy sticks and did the sound check. Which was easy enough with not hassles.

There's a sign on the back of the safety Curtain that I though I would share 

Just in care you wanted to argue the point or weren't sure. 

I was busting but as soon I entered I had to leave again. 

Or..

I found a pan full of shit. So I flushed it, had a shit myself, but left it... "As I found it!"

The show and pull down was fine enough    They're getting so routine now that rarely anything happens worthy of a mention. I was on hand to navigate again.