First up, I had to see if the theatre could loan or hire us a couple of radio systems for the show. Or at least know somewhere we could hire them. Fortunately they had some there compatible with our headset mics. Unfortunately they were gonna charge us £90 for them. Oh well it's that or no show.
The venue itself was awesome. There were cable traps everywhere so the set was going to be really tidy by the end of the day. The stage was huge and there is an excellent load in.
Build up was smoother than the day before and we were done by 3:30. So Clayton and I went into town for some lunch. After being sent from one pub that said "pub grub" by wasn't serving to another saying "pub food" but was also not serving several times, by the time I got to the Wetherspoons I thought fuck it, after all the calories I've spent just finding a fucking pub that serves food, I can afford to have a dessert now.
After another enthralling conversation that centred around alcoholic demise, we went back to the theatre. Clayton got me dinner this time in return of the favour I did for him just a few days before. So I take it back he didn't thank me.
The show went well and we packed down really quick.
There's been a major fuck up with accommodation, basically we've been booked into a place 130 miles out of the way of the next place.
So 3 hours drive after the show and another 2 and a half the following morning at least.
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