Well…after turning up promptly on time so that the “Military operation” could go to plan, we were told that they were running late…well I never thought such a professional organization as Headl*m Hall could possibly stray from their strict timetable,

While we were waiting for them to finish desserts and speeches, we were asked to wait in a small area near reception that wouldn’t have looked out of place as a murder scene from Agatha Christies “Poirot”. We noticed that the professor from Jurrasic park and his wife were sitting over the other side of the room waiting for a seat in the restaurant, when Paul decided to fart not so quietly which of course set us off in fits of giggles (yeah i know we’re all over 30 now) and  Richard Attenborough  will definitely have heard it,wasn’t as bad as the “what did you say” incident, but it was bloody close.

When we finally got the gear in trekky terry proceeded to tell us where to put stuff, where not to put stuff, which doors we could or could not use, and when we could scrat our arseholes!

Sound check started with an almighty loud clatter as Paul closed his hi-hats on his drumkit and was told “that is far too loud” and “there’s people complaining”….I thought “great night this is gonna turn out to be” anyway when we turned all the sound down to just below what the dj was…….we turned it back up again on the hush, strangely it wasn’t too loud and no one complained. First people up on the dance floor was a group of about 10 folks aged  from 60 to 80 (not too loud for them then),

After we finished the look of sheer delight on Captain Kirks face was a picture….his chance had finally arrived to hit the play button on his “summer of 69” cd.

Overall we went down pretty well. The Bride and Groom were very pleased with our performance, and we had many a compliment from the wedding guests. If it weren’t  for the rudeness of some employees it would have turned a good night into a great night.

Ps. Just hope there were no roofs being hit on the gaffers return