I got to Matt and Da's at the scheduled time and set off after a quick fag and chat with Chris and Claire (their mam and dad) who'd come to the show last night.
The air inside the car en route to gravesend was turned from a refreshing Sunday inhale to a violent wretch frequently on account of Matt's ass, which was single handedly making it thicker than a Jamaicans dick.
Not wanting to be left out, I added my own unique flavour late on.
We got there 25 minutes late...
DUN DUN DAAAAAAANN!!
The crime of it!
Show still got built up in record time of 2:15 minutes. I was off out of there fast as fuck to avoid someone who'd bore me more than a book of Victorian Railing designs.
Back at the theatre soundcheck was about as easy as resiting the Russian alphabet backwards whilst walking a tight rope. It was harder than a Kenyan's dick on ladies night.
I don't know for sure what the issue was, probably the fact their pa was REALY hot and therefore causing all sorta of feedback. I fiddled with monitor mixes eq, channel eq. I was scratching my head for a lot of it but eventually got it somewhere near okay. Fuck, I hate it when these days happen!
Due to the prolonged soundcheck, there was no pub time prior to the show.
Just before show, vitali found a costume in the dressing room and just had to put it on.
Here's the proof.
Well a little... But nothing that I could do anything about.
It was nice to be driving away in my car and not have to slum it, like I had been this last five weeks, in one of the mini busses with the rest of the riff raff. 
Riff raff
We got into Croydon travelodge waaaaay before anyone else and got stuck into the bar.
As it was the last time we'd have a chance this side of Christmas, it would be rude not to wouldn't it?
Another Lyric appearance tomorrow.
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