The thirtieth day of the month of September in the year of our Lord two thousand and nine.
Finds me sitting here in Sheffield nursing a worryingly ravaged throat. Tonights show in Stockport could well be a croaky and squeaky affair. We had a wonderful time in Bristol, caught up with some old friends, and played a good gig at the lovely Mr Wolf's, who looked after us very nicely with free noodles and free booze. Then with a leaden heart and violently gushing eyes, I bid farewell to Ollie and Rich who returned that eve to Brighton to do battle with the Policemen guarding the Labour Conference and the hire car office that is contained within their mighty metallic shield of inconvenience. I made haste for Sheffield the following morning, clearing my throat constantly and swallowing nervously, my eyes like raisins of fatigue and the doughy pastry of my face. Last night was a restful one spent with my cousin Sarah here. The tour resumes this evening in earnest. I should eat something, perhaps some boiled eggs and soldiers. Ooooh yes, how lovely.
Wednesday 30 September 2009
Monday 28 September 2009
Diary Entry Two
Monday the twenty eighth day of the month of September in the year of our Lord two thousand and nine
And so to Wednesbury. We played our instruments in the St Mary's Club to a wonderfully friendly audience. Very good gig indeed. The other acts included Ben Marwood, who was very super and Oxygen Thief who is the loudest and heaviest singer/ songwriter fellow this homo sapien has ever clapped ears and eyes on. We then proceeded back to Mr Addis' residence to annihilate his fridge full of cider and engage in revelry until the wee hours.
Sunday morning loomed unwelcome and ugly. With your scribe here suffering a splitting headache and a hangover from deepest Hades we drove to Wolverhampton for our morning soundcheck for the afternoon gig. Gamely struggling through our set to a polite and sparse crowd, albeit in a nice venue, we choked and sputtered our way to the end and our date with the road.
And lo we found ourselves in Bristol, staying at the abode of my old friend Fran. Last night was spent in my old haunt the Sugar Loaf, lubricating young Oliver, relieved of his driving duties for one night, with the amusingly named Butcombe Ale. We then snuggled up in bed and I found him to be very considerate in the sack.
And so to Wednesbury. We played our instruments in the St Mary's Club to a wonderfully friendly audience. Very good gig indeed. The other acts included Ben Marwood, who was very super and Oxygen Thief who is the loudest and heaviest singer/ songwriter fellow this homo sapien has ever clapped ears and eyes on. We then proceeded back to Mr Addis' residence to annihilate his fridge full of cider and engage in revelry until the wee hours.
Sunday morning loomed unwelcome and ugly. With your scribe here suffering a splitting headache and a hangover from deepest Hades we drove to Wolverhampton for our morning soundcheck for the afternoon gig. Gamely struggling through our set to a polite and sparse crowd, albeit in a nice venue, we choked and sputtered our way to the end and our date with the road.
And lo we found ourselves in Bristol, staying at the abode of my old friend Fran. Last night was spent in my old haunt the Sugar Loaf, lubricating young Oliver, relieved of his driving duties for one night, with the amusingly named Butcombe Ale. We then snuggled up in bed and I found him to be very considerate in the sack.
Saturday 26 September 2009
Diary Entry One
Saturday the twenty sixth day of the month of September in the year of our Lord two thousand and nine.
Sad news, sad sad news. Last night the carriage of Richard Joy's decided not to join us on the tour. It delivered this message by demonstrating an extreme rise in temperature. Perhaps it has the celebrated Swine Flu disease? Can cars get the virus? I don't know. I'm not sure anyone knows. But good news, good good news, although hidden in the fusty cloak of the bad: we are hiring a car to spirit us to the midlands and the west. Fortune smiles on us. We leave soon. I had muesli and yoghurt for breakfast and an apple. It was a turgid yet filling meal.
Sad news, sad sad news. Last night the carriage of Richard Joy's decided not to join us on the tour. It delivered this message by demonstrating an extreme rise in temperature. Perhaps it has the celebrated Swine Flu disease? Can cars get the virus? I don't know. I'm not sure anyone knows. But good news, good good news, although hidden in the fusty cloak of the bad: we are hiring a car to spirit us to the midlands and the west. Fortune smiles on us. We leave soon. I had muesli and yoghurt for breakfast and an apple. It was a turgid yet filling meal.
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