Last nights gig was marvellous, we performed really well, (except the Killers track naturally), The audience were (as I predicted) fantastic, thanks to all who turned out to see us, especially the group who trailed over from Chilton. Thanks to John for coming (I feel musically naked without you out front checking the levels ha ha). Also not forgetting my main man ‘Edgey’ who makes a point of getting to nearly all of our gigs, thankfully refraining from exposing his tickle tackle, and other parts of his anatomy lately. ……Oh yes, he managed to pull too……wonder how that turned out? I actually have some concerns with Edgey’s life at the moment….as he always seem to place far to much emphasis on the state of my hair at every gig…(has anyone noticed…lads?), admittedly, by the end of the night it was like an albatross nest. My hair was nice and tidy till I got out of the car when I reached the venue and it was savaged by the mini hurricane that was blasting down the alley way we were parked in to off load our gear into the Ox. Bet some people thought ‘Gummidge’ was the new Koncept front man.
Phil (the man in charge) was very helpful, always offering assistance etc. I had to go on a pot-holing quest to plug our extensions in, plus there was an unknown sticky substance somewhere down there on the carpet, that stayed on my best playing finger for a while……till I wiped it off on Mals arm later on. The layout of the pub was nice and by all accounts the sound was great…..slight feedback issues during the sound check, nowt we couldn’t handle…ahem!
Paul’s flatulence was also an issue last night, constantly emitting noxious vapours at every given opportunity, usually when we were all grouped together discussing one thing or another. I bet the gusset of his pants was like a suitcase handle by the end of the evening.
My reprised rendition of Rehab by Amy Winehouse was a bit out of the blue…… funny too I thought, didn’t stop people singing along though ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I should have told Malcolm about it beforehand, he panics if owt changes without his prior knowledge or approval. Anyway, a great night seemed to be had by all, and to round it off, an absolute corking laugh for me when I got home (I’m going to get absolutely flogged for sharing this). My lass had been to the gig and (as usual) consumed more alcohol than she could handle. So we arrive home, with food, and she’s sat at the table eating. After a while a heard a crash and turned to see Marie had fallen off her chair, semi-conscious, and landed in the bin, looking around in bewilderment, knocking everything else over around her as she was trying to scramble to her feet. Laugh???? I nearly had a hernia! I’m actually still chuckling as I type!
Right, I must return to my Saturday routine.
Ta Ta Folks
Gibbeaux