After an hour or so we were there. It looked the same size tent as Gerry Cottle's but once in there, oh my it was pretty apparent it was on a different scale.
We used their band stand instead of ours. It's well constructed and went together pretty easy but after a glance, it was gonna be a right royal pain in the arse area getting the keys and drums up to the platform and then setting them up. And then to have to strip it all and bring down afterwards. But with a little three man organisation, it was achieved. But it was still a royal king size pain in the arse.
It also wabbled like fuck too when I was playing. Also worsened by professors rocking back and forth!
Again I didn't get a lunch break! I did manage to grab me a Subway when I had a minute.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, the rest of the band were enjoying oriental buffet and a spot of 10 pin blowing for dinner.
Behind the TVs is where you'd find me and professor come show time.
After the meeting and sound check, I tried to find a pub. I didn't but this was after wandering around with my phone out-stretched, following googlemaps. That's the second time in a week it's sent me somewhere that didnt exist. So I came back and got stuck into my vodka with a couple of diet cokes I got from a mcdonalds.
Our dressing room was a tent, most of us were packed in there getting ready, myself with my bottle of diet coke (with an amount of vodka in it) until show time.
Again, another well sold show. The figures estimate over 800 so we were looking forward to ripping it up tent stylee.
Parking Patawayo got me again! And Stephanie Randelle got nailed too. And by which I mean, she got a ticket. Not what you were thinking!!!
HUBBA HUBBA!!!
Like I thought, packing the kit was a bastard. I figured it would be quicker to throw stuff off the top on to the bed prop to save time.
It did too!
Unfortunately not everything could have followed that path. Prof's keys were way to heavy for someone to catch on the rebound. Plus I don't think the keys themselves would have survived even the mattress from that hight.
Packed down and still pissed off (about another ticket) it was off to London to drop off Prof and then make our merry way to Croydon for the last time before Christmas in lieu of the last Lyric show, and show in general for 2013.
I was so fucked by the time I got to oxford that I simply had to just pull into a services to get 40 wanks.
I mean winks!!!
After what I thought was 5 - 10 minutes of nap time, I started up the car and headed off. After looking at the clock it was revealed that I'd stopped for over an hour.
What a difference it made, I drove away feeling absolutely fine. Helped along by a Starbucks professor so very kindly bought me as a thank you for taking him home.
As he would say all too often but without the hint of sarcasm,
"YOU'RE WELCOME!"
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