Redhill - harlequin theatre

I'm writing this several days later and I'm struggling to find what happened of any significance on this gig. 

All I can remember was that it was a close drive from the travelodge which meant we had a lay in. Or at least it should have if I hadn't been driving the van and therefore having to get up at 8:00 to put a ticket on it. And then worrying about missing the alarm so yeah, I didn't fucking sleep. 

Anyway, we got there for 12:00 as always. And embarked on the ardous task of getting all that shit out of the lorry, into a lift and then onto the stage to set up. 

The crew at first were a little cuntish and being arsey about being on the stage when they were rigging. This is always a bit of a sensitive one but when they bark orders, it puts your back up. And they barked, and backs were up! 

Still, we got set up in more or less normal time. A bit of hassle with pa and the cat5 cable but nothing worth mentioning. 

Clayton and I went to lunch and were hassled by some cunt collecting for some doggy charity. I don't mean to sound horrible but if I were to fall for every line these "professional charity" workers throw at you, I'd end up needing the charity they're fucking selling. I'd be penniless. But Christ, don't it make you feel guilty walking away having said "no" In this case, I walked away imagining a little cute doggy, the like you see on the tins of Mr Dog... Er I mean, Caesar (showing my age a bit there) set adrift on a raft... Which is on fire, in a lake of hungry Piranhas, with a particular taste for Dog. 

A typical small yappy-type dog. Not on a burning raft being eaten by Piranhas... unfortunately. 

All because I didn't sign up for £20 per month for 12 years, for whatever doggie charity it was. 

Anyway, I really cannot remember much else about the gig. Except Da, matt, professor and I went for a beer before the show. They were in costume and were getting some fucked up looks. 

Here's they look like in their costumes....

And collectively 

Can you imagine how this collection of fucked up would look in the usual run of the mill Whetherspoons on a happy hour? 

Then some woman came up and wanted to say how awesome they looked. She asked who we were, one of them replied saying we are the circus of horrors band etc, then she gave them a kiss and a hug type of thing. All the time, I'm stood there being totally overlooked. 

Which is not only normal, but certainly okay with me in this case because she was about the same age as my mother  and as about as skanky as the shite you see on the Jeremy Kyle show. 

Something like the woman that accosted the band in the Witherspoons. 

Show was okay (though not well sold) pull down was slow thanks to the lift. I had to find a make shift box for my drum module, cables and the mixer professor uses because the case that I normally use was taken out, empty and loaded. 

Because it's always empty isn't it? I just like carrying around an empty case, because it's fun and you never know when you're gonna need an empty case. 

I could have done with one now. I had to find an empty box and some packing to make it safe. Or something near.