Lyric show five

And here we are again, the lyric. It's getting a little boring now. Sorry to moan, but it's like Groundhog Day. 

Says the guy the spent 6 years on a holiday park, 5 years resident in Abu Dhabi and 3 years on a ship. 

Not a hypocrite at all. 

The usual of making the lorry look like it's been booked by wardens to fuck, we all scuttled off for lunch. This occasion we scarpered fast as to avoid the company of one boring cunt on the tour. Not naming names...

On this instance it was some Japanese place that really could have spent a few quid getting someone professional to make the logo and not one of their kids. 

You be the judge. 

The food was nice so I'll not complain about that. 

Back at the theatre, it was build up at normal. More routine than it had been and we were done by 4. 

Clive, singer from doctor and the medics and my old show mate from Route 66 a few years back, made an appreance. So it would have been rude to not go for a pint with him. And I didn't. I mean, I didn't NOT go for a pint with him. 

Clive Jackson. Aka Doctor from the medics. 

My friend Wendy and her son were coming to the show but as comps were tight, I bought them tickets. 

I went for a quick drink with them pre show and had a quick sleep after. 

I was awoken by Matt's foot with a "it's 28 mins past man!" Shit I had 2 minutes to get ready. 

Challenge accepted and I was on the drums with no seconds to spare!!!

She and her son loved the show! Makes you realise how it comes across to non circus eyes, being that I've seen all sorts of versions of it since 2002. 

After the pull down, and instead of me and haze getting vans and coming back to collect everyone, we all headed back to haze's to jump in the vans and get to the travelodge instead. 

By the time I got in, which was at "for fuck sake o'clock!" I was fucked and couldn't give a shit about anything. 

I did have a room to myself so a couple of sessions of self abuse was conducted and it was beddybyes.