Clayton, whom I'm rooming with at the moment (someone's idea of a fucking laugh I expect) was up at the crack of dawn but was in the room sporadically emitting the odd "click" of a mouse. Probably fixated with his gore websites that he seems to spend hours gawking at. A portion of gross for breakfast is it Clayton?
Should I be worried?
The drive up to Brecon was lovely and the scene of the valleys en route was likened to a scene from lord of the rings. By which I mean Rivendell or Rohan but not Mordor!!!
For that one would have to go to blaen y maes in Swansea!
Rivendell
The theatre itself is a weird one. The stage area is larger than the auditorium. Swansea grand theatre is about equal from stage to auditorium but this one is bigger. No idea why! But it does make build up very quick and simple as we load directly into the stage.
I was meant to be travelling back after build up to get my car thanks to Mongy who had his. But after build up... no mongy.
I sent a text to Haze saying, "no mongy, no me getting my car!" but I also suggested I could go home with the family Angelow who'd come to see Matt and Da play and drive up tomorrow. He didn't reply to either text.
He did however reply to, "Preston North end are 1 - 0 up!" with, "GOOD!"
Priorities Dr Haze!!!
Dinner was instead had in a nearby pub where £12 worth of food made me about as full as a single marshmallow would to Billy Bunter.
A single marahmallow
Me!... Well sort of.
... Which is what THIS made me feel like after eating it. So out came the cash again and I bought more food and another pint in the hope I'll feel more fulfilled afterwards.
Needless to say with the various jagger bombs and the couple of pints, I felt fulfilled.
I rolled back for the meeting and sound check. Nothihg new to report except Haze wanted more of himself through the monitors. I turned him up and saw the compression light on the band stand monitors glow everything he opened his mouth. He seemed happy with it though so I said fuck all. He is deaf I'm sure!!
The band had family come to see the show and Da's fiancé was here also so they all went off to the pub before the show, I went for a sleep.
Haha who's the rock and roll one now eh?
The show went up and despite the talk of it not being sold that well coming up there was a decent sized crowd. I couldn't pick out da and Matt's family but I did see Clive Jackson, aka The Doctor from The medics' fucking face standing out at the back like the fucking Eiffel Tower.
We played pretty well and there were no fuck ups, even though the band were quite shit faced. Well Professor and Da were, I think Matt was pretty compus mentus. As was I...
After the bollocks up of me NOT getting my car this afternoon thanks to NO MONGY, a new plan was formulated.
After the pull down, we all crammed into the two cars that Da and Matt's family and friends came in. It was a squash and no messing with us all, and some of drums, as I'm trying to streamline in lieu of coming home with the boys next week, in two cars. It kinda reminded me of the Guinness book of records of how many dwarves can be crammed into a mini.. Or some shit like that. 
Shit loads of people in a car somewhere. Something like how it was tonight.
The plan for tomorrow, well tonight first as I have a date with a bottle of Vodka and coke, is the long ass drive to gravesend which according to the god of google (all praise him) will be about 4 hours.
Thank The Lord of Fuck that we cannot build up until 2:00 pm. So that means we won't be leaving until 10:00 where I'll get a lovely sleep before hand.
With a couple a sessions of 5 against 1 I hasten to add!!
:)
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