I’d got to Brum Academy early and the total cunts who live opposite had done their usual and parked their cars, spaced out so all of the bus’s couldn’t park. The pricks had moved the no parking signs and just parked. I got in front of one, left as much gap as I could.
I’ll move when the others turn up I said to Jon. I know one of the cars, the one with the disabled badge they’re from down the bottom. The cunt will send her kid up to move it at 8. Hopefully the oaths won’t turn up till then. The 5 Finger bus’s have didgi tachos which means once you’re parked you can’t move by law. And these wankers parking in our designated spot could fuck their day royally.
I went to bed. Woke up the other guys had turned up and just parked all over the road and arround the parked cars.
“Portugeese plates mate, what they going to do, those fuckers shouldn’t have been here!”
Said Griff. Fair point mate.
“Alright Gazza, what you doing here?”
“Alright Stevie Danger I’m the promoters rep for the UK leg.”
Woo Hoo! Gary Garners looking after us throughout the UK. My weeks just got amazing.
“Come up to my office, I ay sin you in ages time fower a catch up!”
Brilliant an accent and sarcasm I can fully understand at last.
Upon A Burning body had a gig at the Bristol Fleece after Brum we head down and there’s a fucking car parked right where I’ve got to park. It was the pricks from the night before I backed right up to its bumper which meant I’m blocking the alley.
I’m sitting in the Forums toilet having a déjà vu, or déjà poo if you will.
This is the same toilet cubicle last time I had a day off at the same venue..I was so drunk I fell asleep on the toilet and when I woke up the venue was full of people and a concert had started.
At least I got to see Grand Magus that time, Night wish were fucking garbage.
Well if they were Garbage at least they would have that wee raven haired Skoochish pump as a singer.
“I’m in a hotel near here tonight Stevie Danger, so I ay gorra drive. It’s about time we had a we drink together don’t you think? Pop up the office later when the bands are on”
“Aar bag Hot Steve’s coming over later for a drink, bring Stevie with you then!”
So a drinking session in that there Camden town ensued, Stevie found me in Worlds end 4 pints in slowly typing my blog up, I’d had to pass the Elephants head and the Oxford. There’s no way I’m not going to call in! we had another in Worlds End then off to a rock bar pretty much opposite for a couple. Back to the Forum by this time I was already wibbling. then went up to the room of
THE KING OF ENGLAND Gaz who was dishing out large portions of Jack n Coke.
At this point I’m having memory black outs. I don’t know at what point Stevie left. I know he was bolloxed from the previous nights kidney pounding he gave himself. So he must have left me to my own devices. What I do know is
I was telling Andy Copping ‘the guy who books the bands for Download’ in a drunken slur, that Pop Evil were right up his strasse. And he should put them on Download.
He agreed little did I know Big George the bands other part of the management teamhad arranged a meeting with Coppo to discuss that very thing Davy the bands guitarist in the morning.
So I’ve probably fucked their chances of getting on.
Dave “Hey man you OK”
Me. “Yeah bro why?”
“You we’re sooooooo drunk man, stumbled onto the bus swinging a bottle of Jack, and got me drinking it with you!”
“Ah that’s why my mouth feels like a bears shit in it”
“Yeah man we were worried, we checked on you but you were on your front so that was OK”
“Yeah man I learned years ago to sleep in the recovery position.”
“Dude you were truly fucked, what happened?”
So I told him I had been trying to get them on Download!
“Yeah man, I’ve gotta drive you tho if you do get it!”
“Mornin Gaza I was bolloxed last night”
“Arr Stevie Danger I was pretty fucked up myself”
And so onto catering and recovery mode. Eat sleep is the order of the day.
Bimble into the venue at sound check time, say hi to everyone Chris introduces me to Big George. Really nice chap we have a good chat about Geffen Records and Def American. George was head of NY when we were signed, Wolfsbane missed him by about a year.
I mentioned about me bugging Pop Evil up to Andy. He thanked me for that I said he’d probably have to undo all my bad work.
I did try to look after my band :-(
Another blinding gig off to Mankychester tomorrow morning.
1st to arrive in Manc, park at the end of the parking bay. Leaving the main parking for the 5 finger boys. Mistook one of the sound crew for Ginger Stu Mac. Slightly embarrassing.
Felt weird being in Manc and no East Z East with Sarah Newton.
Still the Eat To The Beat boys cooked up a storm.
Watched all of the show tonight. Sounded and looked fantastic. Was on the balcony with Adam.
Ooooh I got him a cracker.
Adam is going to get his family’s tartan kilt made for him when he gets to Glasgow.
I do know a wee bit about the Scotchland and it’s history. And we have been having the banter all tour about the Scots and the English. With a side of Welsh and Irish.
So the security guard at Manc Academy is a massive, make that MASSIVE Scottish bloke.
I had a word with him before anyone else was awake about Adam and that his family name is Campbell and could he explain a few things to Adam.
So about 4PM I went and got Adam saying someone downstairs had something to tell him. Took him to see the chap (I feel real bad as I can’t remember his name) But as he answered his door he looked even bigger if that was possible. All muscle and Scottish tattoo.
“Alright pal, whits yer family name”
With that he slammed the door in Adams face.
Once the aftershock had subsided and the car alarms outside had switched off he opened the door and gave us a great history of the Scottish clans, including the part that not all the Campbell’s were English cooperating traitors. Only one part of them.
He knew loadstone history not only from Scotland but all of the UK.
His Father had researched and documented a lot of history. I loved it as we were taught a very diluted version of what happened, all about the proper highland clans.
A great gig.
And so we head up North to Glasgow
A day off Woo Hoo! Park outside the Academy do a real funky bit of cabling to get power, make sure all is well text Scott Bradley.
Come over, I jump a cab and head over to the Bradley Hoose, I get to see FEBO the wee dug (rescue greyhound)
So over Strongbow, Ramones DVD and a massive heart stopper breakfast we had a catch up on what’s been going on.
FEBO likes Strongbow too. Now before we could head out to the pub. A wee Apre’s breakfast nap was needed. Fiona Got home about 4:30 in the afternoon perfect timing to wake up. Had a chat to her then it was Suckyhole drinking time. Hello Wetherspoons and your cheap drinks and cheap buffalo wings. Might as well. I can’t remember if we went anywhere else. That’s nothing new for me tho’ it was Scott who I was drinking with in Lille when I couldn’t remember where I’d left my bus. Oddly enough I’m in my bus outside Le Splendid in Lille writing this blog.
Didn’t watch the show the following night as I’d got a real long day dropping off gear and bands at Heathrow.
Couldn’t make it back to the yard in one day, so I stopped at Beaconsfield Services. Griff was there as well, Martyn O’Donnell the tour manager by chance turned up and said hello.
I had 1 Guinness, cleaned the bus then had a wee kip.
So back to the yard to drop off the bus. I got a Facebook message that FEBO had started raiding the bin for Strongbow and I’d turned him into some kind of doggy Jakey.
Aaaaaaand onto the next adventure, which happened a bit sooner than expected.