7:30 was when I arrived at casa de Angelow and Matt was up and ready to leave bang on time. I had a tight schedule to meet the truck at Heston services to off load all our shit so there was no margin for fucking about.
DA was gonna travel up by train as he had a prior engagement.
The little shit only sent a text later on in the journey saying he'd blagged himself a first class seat. So it was champagne and caviar for him while Matt and I slummed it in my car up the M4 with Gingsters sarnies and cans of Relentless carrying HIS shit... And ours too of course! Hope you joke on your complimantaries there DA!
We met with the truck with no time to spare. I couldn't have planned it better if I was Hanibal Smith. 
Hanibal Smith, he loves it he does! I mean, when a plan comes together.
With Costell in my car also, we negated our way to Wimbeldon to park the car outside Haze's and tube it to Shaftesbury avenue.
En route it was revealed to us that where our gear was placed in the back of the truck caused MAJOR FUCKING PROBLEMS (OH MY) to getting out the fake wheel clamps.
Tough shit! There was nowhere else to put it so fucking deal with it!
Sergei, having seen a shit load of band gear near the door automatically thought that there'd been a tumble in transit.
Just thought I'd mention it. Suppose that's not really that funny is it? You'd have to have been there!
Build up was done in super fast time and I would have been in the lyric pub just outside stage door if I'd been for the fact I'd had left my PSU for my 2box brain at home.
A frantic rush to find and electrical store where they'd stock an AC adaptor was conducted.
Maplin, you savior for plights such as this. But why do you insist on employing nerds and fans of Dr Who/Dungeons and Dragons/World Of Warcraft? The like who's only female sexual experiences is limited to left-handed-websites.
EXTERMINATE!!!
I bet the RS components catalogue gives these geeks semis.
Anyway, thank you!
*Nerdy sound alert spoiler*
I did have a contingency plan already formulated in the event that an AC PSU wasn't found before soundcheck. That was to use channel 1 for kick, 2 for snare and the over heads as normal but instead of rolling them off at 300 hz and panning them 9 and 3 o'clock, roll off at 75hz and dip the high shelve at about 6khz to a gradual 3db per octave, depending on how that sounded of course. The idea being to pick more tom toms than cymbals. I've mic'd a kit like this once before and it worked fine.
But I didn't need to, I found an AC PSU. I also didn't need to bore you with all that fucking bollocks too did I?
Not just that. It turns out that one of my Ddrum triggers, which have been systematically failing, was unusable unless repaired. So out came the soldering iron and my temper. 
As you can probably see, both primary and secondary transducers had broken. The boast about rugged housing and professional connections but the core element is as upto the task as a bolsa wood rollercoaster ride.
A stern email was sent during the meeting. It wasn't polite!!!
Thankfully with the stress of the PSU and the fucked trigger, soundcheck was easy.
A quick pint in the lyric and it was show time. My mate Pete (who I gig in the blur tribute band with sometimes) came to the show. I got him in 2 minutes before curtain up. I could have changed into my gig clothes faster if they were a onesie!!!
Show went well, I played pretty sloppy on times, aaaargh, pull down!
Long ass drive back to Wales. I didn't get in until 5:00 where I looked and felt like this. 
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