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.