Er, it's Rotherham!
Two days here means no pull down tonight and, more importantly, PISS UP post show. Mainly in celebration of Professor's birthday which is on the Sunday after. This place remembers me from 3 years ago where I had something sent to the theatre and got into trouble for it. Best leave that one there I think.
The theatre is small as is the stage but it was larger than I remembered. Build up was pretty fast and if not for a fucking hassle of buzzes on my monitor, I'd have been at lunch in less than 3 hours. Boooo!
Clayton and I went for a Spoons dinner, in true circus tradition and also in true circus tradition, both went for the 2 meals for £6.45. I also took advantage of the 2 for £5 deal on deperados beer, the new flavour of the circus of horrors. Well, it was last year too!
And the year before that...
I thought I'd be nice and pay for his beer and dinner. Cunt didn't even say thanks! Mr fucking nice guy again eh?
I got done with a Beerboobytrap. This is basically a can of beer which has taken a fall and is set to burst and will when opened. And yes, it did, all over me in true Homer Simpson fashion. This again, like the day before, provided much amusement for the doubled up band watching.
Just before show, hassle with the media server prevented the opening speech being heard (bet you don't miss that do you Dee Dundon!? X) so Doug and Danny, who were already out ready, had to actually say the lines as best as they remember them.
A few new bits were added to the show to incorporate Sean's whip and knife throwing act. This comprised of a 7/8 groove with chuggy metal riff with 16th note key line to sit on top, much the like of Dream Theatre. The tune it was inserted into has a section totally, ripped off, I mean, LENT from that band. So it's kinda fitting. I don't think it's totally ready yet, but it will be soon.
After the show it was knickers off, brute 33 and jeans on and into the town. Or in my case, as I had only washed my dirty clothes in the second half of the show, the jeans from the show stayed on and a clean tshirt put on.
In the town, we went to a bar called The Corn Law Rhymer which must have had a promotion for guest past and present guests of The Jeremy Kyle show on as it was choc full o scum: 2 x WKD Blue for the price of 1 for guests of The Kyle.
We got a quick drink, some shots and tipped the fuck outta there and went to a bar opposite called Snafu which was gonna be closing the day after. There was an amazing band on called Cayote who played, rather excellently, shit loads of 80's rock and classic metal. They were fantastic. It was full and there was an amazing atmosphere in there. Such a shame it's closing. All to do with some bullshit with Rotherham council having issues with volume of live bands. Never mind the shit pumping out of the previous bar, no THATS OKAY!
It beggars belief.
Taxi back to the travelodge, in Doncaster, cost us £60! Thankfully there was 6 of us but it was still a lot more than I would have thought. I fell asleep in the taxi and he also had to stop to let Professor out to call for hughie.
I mean spew.
Yeah, it was good night!
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