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Coo kooks ca choo

“How you with a 14 Meter?” Asks Tim
“Driven a couple”
“Good get to Phoenix. Pick up 54, up to Liverpool, pick the band up to Glasgow. You’ll need to get up there a day early to get an 11 hour break in.”
“Aye OK”
As I live in Stafford, that’s quite near Liverpool I opted for a night in my own bed.
Of course it’s a bank holiday weekend that I’m working over as standard.
Pick the bus up, not driven one of these before, it’s ace drives itself virtually. And for such so long motor it goes round tight corners great. Better than the shorter buses and that doesn’t make sense.
So off up to Sunny Stafford. Dick about with the sound system. DAB Teamrock it is woo hoo!!
It’s the simple things in life that make all the difference.
Park outside the gym and home for curry n wine, Fannytastic.
Day off means make the beds. Realise Lloyd who drove the bus last had cleared just about everything.hing out of it. Ahhhh! Bollox so I called him up.
“Hello bonnie lad how you doing” (he’s a Geordie)
“Good mate, I’ve got your old bus and can’t find ‘I reel off a list of things’
“Oh I didn’t realise you were taking it over, I’d’ve left more stuff on it for you!”
“Ah it’s OK I’ll buy what I need, just checking you’ve not got stuff hidden?”
“Well there is this panel I had put in, and this is stored there and here’s a handy hidey hole where you’ll find……….”
Cooel. Got my stuff did and then headed off to the Pool to pick up the guys.
The hotel they were in is opposite the Philharmonic theatre.
There’s no where to park and the Philly has a show on and the street is cordoned off. The Redburn driver comes over to me and we know each other so I ask if I can park in front of him. I’m leaving way before he does.
“Yeah mate if you can get down the road?”
“No worries can you just watch my arse as I back in”
Ooh fuckin err Matron
Get parked up the TM co
Media over to say hello.
“The guys are in town getting food, then going to a bar to watch the match,”
“No problem mate I’m parked and happy.”
The guys all pile back on the bus for an 11PM leave. I suggest we hang about for a bit, the Philly has just tipped out, there’s old folk everywhere and taxis driving about in typical taxi style.
Eventually we set off for sunny Glasgow.
Get to the ABC our truck is in the bay in front of where I need to park. I slide into the parking bay to much honking from indignant taxi drivers, flashing their light sang getting rather cross. Not that I care much. You do have to park in what they’ve claimed to be their pick up spot.
The trickiest come down and introduce themselves I ask them if they can park in front of me in the same bay. If you don’t someone will park a car there and I won’t be able to get out.
After some shenanigans involving irate taxi drivers, Some busy body pretend copper, 2 cars full of real coppers and a couple of drunken girls. I thought the boys were doing it for my entertainment as it did keep me entertained for an hour, wondering what the fuck was going on. I drew my curtains and went to sleep.
“Ahm on mah way!”
Said Brad I was meeting him fer a swallee and some food.
Off to sleazys for a Strongbow then down the road to spoons for another and some food. Had a good afternoon just talking shite, then back to bed.
Woke up a quick spruce of the bus and back to bed.
Up again when everyone started piling onto the bus.
“We’ll leave midnight if that’s OK with you?” Said Simon the TM.
“Cool.”
I pop over to Subway across the road for a journey sandwich. Then at midnight we’re away back off down to Manchester.
YAYYYYYYY!!! Ritzys Manchestooooooooor. I Messaged Sarah Newton from SJM to see if she was in Manc and fancied a curry in East z East.
“I’ll see you about 12:30 we’ll have to go somewhere else both East z East are closed now until 5pm. Booooooo!!!
We went to Akbars I think. Which was pretty good to be honest.
Walked into the venue and all the old Academy crew were working there. Was good to catch up with those guys. I watched some of the show then went back to bed.
When I woke up I got a coffee and frozen yoghurt, with a mix of froot loops and crystallised ginger topping.
Sunny London tomorrow.
Electric Ballroom the gig of many a parking ticket.
With added roadworks that have taken up 1/2 the road fuckin brilliant.
I’ve got to park outside of the venue to get power, so i evaluated the situation.
By that I mean I pulled up got out used all my skills and realised thee was no way the busy Cuntish town bus route would be free if I stayed where I was.. I’ll plonk it on the footpath. The path at this point is quite wide so there’s no restricting people getting past.
Park up and sleep. The truck pulls up I suggest they load through the alley as I can’t move, and the truck would be stopping all the traffic if it parked behind me anyway. Due to the fact there’s a bus stop and a lamp post in the way.
Truckie went around the block a couple of times before doing what I suggested.
Graham Lambert from SJM was our promoters rep on the tour. He’s the guitarist in Inspiral carpets. We’ve done a fair bit of work together and I spent a large part of the afternoon talking about bands and general music shit.
Funny how it seems all bands suffer with the same personnel hassles.
Morat was over from LA with his lovely wife Mitzumi. And had put out on face book he was in the Crowbar for drinks. I went over to see him I’ve not seen him for about 20 years was great, he’s going to meet Me n Nico when we get to LA at the end of our road trip which is cool.
He’d got copies of his book The Road To Ferro City.
I’d read a bit of it on my Kindle and said I recognised a few of the descriptions from the Isle Of Man. From when we were over there for the TT.
I spent a couple of hours with him, Mazuimi and the Exploited’s, singers brother.
Of course I had the obligatory Camden parking ticket when I got back CUNTS!!
We’ve got the delights of sunny Birmingham tomorrow and the Institute. I like it there I like the pub next door the Big Bull.
My boss Tim was out driving a band who were in the small room he said he’d meet me there for food and a wee swallee.
The truck driver was already parked when I got there. I could head some hard house music blaring from his truck and his disco lights were flashing away in his windscreen.
He watched me back in as there’s a couple of real nastily positioned flood lights that would take your windows out if you weren’t careful. They light the yard up great but unfortunately blind you when you’re manoeuvring.
And so to bed.
When I wake up Tim is parked over the road with his bus and trailer. I go over and suggest the Big bull for a Guinness. We spend a few hours in there being entertained by the local piss head, the truckie joins us as well. I tell Tim the pub can get a bit rowdy and the characters are interesting.
I was telling the
Simon the TM that at least now it didn’t matter what accent you had to drink in there.
He mistook this remark for racism which it took me a while to get what he’d said as I was concentrating on getting out of the road which I was going out of the wrong way. It is a one way street.
I explained that in the 70’s early 80’s you didn’t go into a few boozers in Digbeth unless you had an Irish accent, unless you wanted to leave via the exit window. There still is a very strong Irish presence in the area, and since Red Stripe is now brewed in Burton and not imported from Jamaica, and I drink more of the stout I tend to feel safe drinking there, knowing I’m an bald Irish Rastafarian Scouser from the Black Country near Glasgow.
And with that it’s back to London for the drop off.
I’d missed the NABD Bike rally which I’d bought a ticket. Alison who keeps my bike in her garage went in my place. She said it was good but her garage stank of petrol and there was a pool of it under my bike again.
Fuckin Shit. It’s booked into the Garage on Wednesday then I’m off to get the bus again Thursday.

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“Dance for me midget!”

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And onto French France and Lille Le Splendid.
Last time I was here I was that drunk on the day off I couldn’t remember where I had parked. Even though I’d taken a picture of the bus outside the venue, so I could just show the taxi driver. To be fair last time I’d just driven 9 hours. Scott Bradley was hanging out of his hotel window and my band were in the same hotel as him, I just parked up and hopped a taxi back to the hotel where we drank the best part of a bottle of rum. And a few ciders, and whisky and schnapps before we ent to the Irish bar.
2 Guinness’s a couple of whiskey’ slater I was asleep on the bar. This is where Scott had to work out where I was. Good man.
Anyhow I wasn’t going to have any of that guff this time.
Also as we were only going a short distance to the next gig there was a day off the day after the gig. Excellent I can have a wee swally with the crew.
I watched the gig then after met the crew for a drink. They were drinking a drink called The Saint Bernard. This consists of a large Armagnac topped up with chocolate milk. Sounds disgusting but it’s really nice and very moorish.
After polishing off 3 bottles of almanac, Andi asked for another.
“Monsieur we have a special reserve”
“Aaar mayte that’ll be awlroit”
“Please not the chocolate milk, this is a vintage!”
“No problems mate”
Much to the Promoters disgust. Andi poured out large measures of Armagnac, by lining a load of glasses up and just, pouring the drink all along the line of glasses and all over the bar. Then sloshing chocolate milk the same.
Then without prompting decides the floor wasn’t enough for his funky moves and climbs (ungracefully) onto the bar, sending chocolate milk and Armagnac flying with a
“Whoops!”
Hits his head on the roof, gets down and picks up one of the Stranglers fans who happens to be not of tall stature with a hearty
“Dance for me midget!”
Said chappie does a dance to which Andi proclaims.
“You’re shit, that’s not moonwalking you’re going forewords!”
At this point I retired for the night, happy that my trailer was I and I could get away early Monday morning.
Get up Sunday for a day off, there’s a few casualties who stayed on the bus as they couldn’t be arsed going to their hotel. One of the casualties was Gary the TM, not so much a casualty more couldn’t be arsed bothering to get a taxi when the bus was literally outside the venue door.
“You need a shower Steve?”
“Yeah man please”
Then he orders a cab I go get a shower, then we go get some food.
Gary gets a call from the crew.
“We’re at the Cheval Blanc, come down it’s the most mental place we’ve been to!”
Not really up for a day of partying he declined but I went to see what the fuss was all about.
I got a cab there and it was totally mental.
The whole road was full of pissed up French people the pub was literally spilling out onto the street.
The bar owner and his wife were amazing. She was a lady of the larger bosomed variety and must have been Sixty Five. She had taken a shine to Andi and kept sticking his head Inher cleavage, much to everyone’s ammusement. She also kept blowing a whistle which was the signal for everyone to at least try to move out of the road and let a car through.
This got a cheer from everybody and a bit of friendly banging on the cars bonnet and roof. This only upset 1 lot of chavs, they sort of saw the sense in not complaining too much as there was about 200 people about.
There seemed to be waves of people coming from various other bars. I have never seen France quite like this how are all of these people ever going to get up for work in the morning? (Remember that question)
There was a lot of drunken good humoured tomfoolery going on. Including stage diving. Well dodgy diving off the unstable tables. And the participants were one of the girls that was at the gig aaaaaaaaand Andi.
I know which one was easier and lighter to catch and her sir name wasn’t Lycette that’s for sure.
I left the guys getting drunker and headed back to my bus.
Billy No Mates! My sleep pattern was playing havoc with me so I went to bed. Woke up at 3am as bleeding usual. Went back to sleep. About 7-8am I heard the bins by my bus being moved blimey the French bin men working a bank holiday. Well I suppose it’ll be double pay and a day off in lieu. Or knowing Le Francais. 2 days off.
Ah well back to sleep for a bit. Bus call isn’t until 11am. Only a quick jaunt to Belgique.
Roll out of my pit at 10, start brushing my teeth before I open my door mon Deux. What the fuck is this. A fuckin market has been set up all around my bus. I’d better check how far this shit goes and how hard it’s going to be moving a few people so I can back out.
I go and look at a notice posted. I’m no French expert but I could swear that says until 4 o’clock.
This situation is less than perfect. I send a message and a photo of the situation to Louie who’s reply was
‘FUCK!’
The lads slowly started to return with much bemusement.
“There’s not a lot we can do guys”
Louie said
“Don’t worry I’ve called the promoters they’re on their way!”
“I have spoke to everyone around you, they will be packing up early, but the ones directly behind will not move until 4″
Ahhhhh shit.
“They are assholes”
We went for a look for food and a nose at some of the stalls.
Louie said to the promoters
“What’s the problem with them, they’ve got nothing but junk. Nobodies going to buy any of it it’s all rubbish.”
And right on que one of the girls there took a toddlers disposable nappy of it, put a clean one on, and tossed the full one just under my trailer..Lovely.
Louie asked the promoters what families like that were called in France.
“We call them Pikeys, what’s the French word?”
“Ah yes we have Pakistanis too!”
“No no Pikey not Paki.”
Eventually the family grim pack up and we get on our way.
Lots of goodbyes as it was the last show of the Stranglers 40th anniversary tour. Shame I wasn’t on it for more shows. It was great the few shows I did.
Hope to see everyone again soon.

Aaaaaaaaand onto the next one, and the next one, and another one.

ONWARDS AND DOWNWARDS MOTHERFUCKHAZ

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“he said I’d pulled the spandex to one side and was just doing her. I wasn’t he’s just a cunt! I told everyone he sucked off a dog”

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And so on to the Netherlands to Zwolle and the Hedon aaaaand I can’t really remember this gig. It would’ve been good tho’.
Actually thinking back I can remember bits of it. It was a brand new venue, we were the first named band to play there!
As it’s a new venue it’s been designed really well inside, outside is unusual and the load in has been,well, fucked up. Gary had given me rather odd parking instructions!!!! I pull into a massive car park and the lovely new load in bay all shuttered up. Have a mooch about, all around the side and about no sign of the power outlet. Take a walk the other way round the building to the front.
Park around the front of the venue the power is there. I go for a look and sure enough the power’s there in a narrow alley to reverse…

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And so on to the Netherlands to Zwolle and the Hedon aaaaand I can’t really remember this gig. It would’ve been good tho’.
Actually thinking back I can remember bits of it. It was a brand new venue, we were the first named band to play there!
As it’s a new venue it’s been designed really well inside, outside is unusual and the load in has been,well, fucked up. Gary had given me rather odd parking instructions!!!! I pull into a massive car park and the lovely new load in bay all shuttered up. Have a mooch about, all around the side and about no sign of the power outlet. Take a walk the other way round the building to the front.
Park around the front of the venue the power is there. I go for a look and sure enough the power’s there in a narrow alley to reverse in, off a nice right hander bend. Blocking 2 lots of emergency exits a push bike rack also a handy looking load in door, which is now perfectly situated between the trailer and the bus. Nowhere near the the rear of the trailer where it needs to be. Maybe if they let me stay here the load in…….(I’m pretty sure you can guess what’s going to come next).
After a wee kip then a bit of mooching to find coffee once I’d woken up.
“Right Steve you need to go round into that big car park”
“The one I was in earlier this morning when we 1st got here?”
“Yes that’s the one, the big rolly door is the load in bay, you’ll need to reverse into it to get tipped”
“The big rolly door I was parked In front of this morning?”
“Yes but you can’t stay there”
“Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight”
Round to the door revere into the very tight load in shelter. A lovely loading dock with a lovely dock leveller. (Hydraulic loading ramp that lifts onto the back of trucks so they can be unloaded).
But I’m not a truck and there’s no ramp for loading from floor level noice.
Aaaaaaaand the loading shelter is just long enough to get a 40′ truck and trailer in just.
My bus and trailer are longer, coupler with the fact I’ve got to leave room at the rear of the trailer for unloading. Means they can’t close the shutter when I’m loading. And I can’t stay in the shelter when the gigs on.
“Mate I can’t drive back round the front, I’ll pull off the loading dock then reverse back onto it to load!”
“I’ll run a power lead out to you you can stay there!”
Result. The venues lovely just the loading dock. What a shame.
Good gig as usual.
Andi Lycett quote of the day

‘I was doing the washing up in me shorty wetsuit, and me dad just happened to turn up. What do you do?’

As the drive is so short we stop at the gig until the early hours of the morning. I had a couple of beers with the boys then went to bed.
So onto the long (ahem) 1&1/2 hour drive to Haarlem. Another new venue. Well part of it’s been done up.
“There’s the promoter in the black Merc infront.” Said Gaz “follow him as it gets a bit dodgy when you’re close, to the venue.”
The promoter waved at us, so I followed him.
Well when I said I followed him I thought he must know what size vehicle I’m in and he’ll take me an easy route into
“What the fuck, where the fucks he going?????”
BOLLOX they don’t have many bus’s down here actually…..
“Shit cakes I’ve got to drive down the centre of the road. Yeah, yeah I can’t get over the fuckin trees will have me glass out!”
Gaz was quite amused
“Did you see where he went Gaz?”
“He’s there on that bridge”
“I can’t go over that fucker it’s made of matchwood. Even I’m not that mad!”
“Fuckin bollox this is a bastard hosing estate.”
Promoters vanished the sat nav reckoned we were 2 streets away. I’ve still got to get over the fuckin’ canal and the roads getting perilously narrow.
One of the other lads came down the front. Took one look out the window.
“Oh shit, you want a coffee Steve?”
“Rum would be preferable mate!”
And he was gone. A few choice words and nifty manoeuvring. So much for a truck sat nav, you’d struggle with a van then a bridge.
G “Hang on mate sharp left here”
Sharp left means wide berth, stop, back up, shuffle forwards, another quick reverse, left again aaaaaaand we’re round.
G “Stop here”
M “Eh!”
G “There that big fuckin door. Wanker just look where that bastard cars parked! Will you make the turn?”
One way to find out, in in one.
Odd venue this one. The whole buildings on massive springs. Stops noise vibration tho!
On to catering and another Andi Lycett classic.

“I’ve got this Mexican Lucia mask and wrestling suit.
At me Nan’s funeral me Brother told everyone I was wearing it and doing me missus from behind.
he said I’d pulled the spandex to one side and was just doing her.
I wasn’t he’s just a cunt!
I told everyone he sucked off a dog.”

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Alison from the Get Knotted MCC is kindly letting me leave my bike in her garage. So I called round hers Saturday to go for a thrash over Dordon to Salutations MCC party.
The plan……….Ride to Dordon, doss about until the Oxleathers MCC (My lot) turn up, have a drink. Be silly, ride back to Stafford in the evening.
The actuality….Ride to Dordon, meet loads of folk, get offered a tent, go to supermarket buy doss bag, nice comfy foldy chair, toothbrush, cans of Bow and Kopperberg. Let the silliness commence. Back to the campsite for ritual abuse and abusement. Crack can of bow, drink 1/2 of it phone call.
It’s Paul from a Galaxy cruiser (I’m flying out to Munich Monday to meet his driver, drive his bus to Hamburg to give him 45 hours break from driving).
Me. “Hey la how’s you doing?” (Paul’s Scouse)
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Alison from the Get Knotted MCC is kindly letting me leave my bike in her garage. So I called round hers Saturday to go for a thrash over Dordon to Salutations MCC party.
The plan……….Ride to Dordon, doss about until the Oxleathers MCC (My lot) turn up, have a drink. Be silly, ride back to Stafford in the evening.
The actuality….Ride to Dordon, meet loads of folk, get offered a tent, go to supermarket buy doss bag, nice comfy foldy chair, toothbrush, cans of Bow and Kopperberg. Let the silliness commence. Back to the campsite for ritual abuse and abusement. Crack can of bow, drink 1/2 of it phone call.
It’s Paul from a Galaxy cruiser (I’m flying out to Munich Monday to meet his driver, drive his bus to Hamburg to give him 45 hours break from driving).
Me. “Hey la how’s you doing?” (Paul’s Scouse)
Paul. “Alright la I’m alright la, how’s you, what you up to?”
“In a field with a bunch of bikers at a party why?”
“How much you had to drink?”
This question is a fork in the road of life, do I tell the truth as I’ve an inkling of what’s coming next. Or do I lie and say 6 cans and stay and party, baring in mind I’ve just spent £40 to stop and party.
“1/2 a can”
“Thank fuck for that I need a favour”
“Go on then”
“Get your bus and go to Stuttgart as fast as you can, pick up the Stranglers?”
I’d just said hello to Roadrunners MCC and the day was looking fine for festivities.
So I go round saying goodbye to everybody.
I’d blagged a lift home for my stuff so off home I ride, pick my car up, drive down to Southampton to pick the bus up.
Tim had told me the beds were done (thank goodness)
Grab the bus, I’m to pick up David my double driver from Maidstone services as you can’t get to Stuttgart in 1 day with 1 driver and we’re off.
Get Gary Stranglers Tour Manager a bottle of rum from duty free was a request, no worries.
Get to Dover. I’m just going to lie down in the lounge I told David as we waited dockside.
I wake up on the ferry, balls I’ll have to stay here now, no Rum for Gary it is. I’m doing well so far 1 request which I’ve fucked up virtually before we’ve even started.
Get to Stuttgart and say hi to Damon, who pointed out to me that he’d done all the awkward drives.
I thanked him for that a hooked the trailer up.
The AKA Longhorn, I was here last month I knew parking wasn’t brilliant anyhow I got parked up. Powered up and went to say hello, it was good to see everyone got some food. Now I remembered where I’d discovered my favourite biscuits. This place do some weird caramelised, coconut, coffee biscuits. They are just the best.
Dive back into my bunk for 40 winks. David said its pointless me driving as it’s less than 3 hours to the next show in Munich so I stayed up all night chatting to him as he drove. I was also the good looking hostess with the mostess providing tea and biscuits.
The only stupidity I remember is me looking up to see where my power cable was plugged in. Comedic tripping up the kerb smashing my toes due to my safety Sandals having no toe caps.
Tonight’s a long drive to Hamburg, David’s got to be dropped off at the airport on the way to the gig.
Of course the airport signage is great right up until the. Fucking BOLLOX why did they do that now I’m going up the ramp to the taxi drop off. 10 tonnes. Errrrr yeah, yeah my bus is only 10 tonnes thank fuck for that. After the airport police guy gesticulating wildly that I shouldn’t be in the taxi rank. Me nodding furiously and not taking a blind bit of notice of what he wanted me to do. I pulled up David got out. The taxi drivers beeped their horns and I smiled at them. Obviously not in a way to antagonise them.

Heading towards Hamburg, Gary comes down the front of the bus with a cup of tea for me and a chat.
“Yeah we’ve got your parking sorted Steve, you’re sorted for the night. I’ve ordered cabs to take us to the hotel. Enjoy your day off in Hamburg said Gary. (Not Garner on this one)
So that’s what happened great for me as I’ve not got to arse about with people dicking about 1/2 asleep attempting to sort out a massive suitcase for 1 nights stay. Don’t ask it does happen quite frequently.
The Reeperbahn ah yes, Oh fuckin’ no more like, I’m not going down there this time. I only buy stuff I don’t need or really want. So I decide to stay in the area that I’m in. A few food shops and a
Filthy rock bar. Looks OK to me, a swift kip then.
Fuckin’ BOLLOX the days vanished again. Check out the restaurants but I’m not all that hungry, so I mooch about up and down the street a few times, dodgy rock bar not open yet. I really fancy a freezing cold draught lager. Non of the other restaurants look too inviting, the shisha one looks OK I suppose. The kebab meat that’s in there isn’t that appealing so I give it a miss.
Up to the proper kebab shop massive bab and a big Becks. The family of kids running in and out of the place added a certain. Charm I think is the word I’m looking for……Another large Becks will help I’m sure.
Right off to the dodgy bar which still happens to be shut, ah well back to the bus a swift bus beer and bed it is.
This Fabrik is an old German bomb factory. There’s a carousel of bombs outside as a display. When I woke up and went in the lads were already in there messing about or setting up whatever crew like to say they’re doing.
I was getting a cup of tea when I heard the sweet tones of Louie talking.

“Fuckin Apple my computer can’t see your router!”
“I’ve set it too 2.4.”
“Then you’re a cunt, and Apples a cunt.
It’s a cock a tramps big fat crusty cock. And you can shove it up your fuckin’ arse.”

I’m taking that as tinterweb isn’t all that good here and that James’s router settings aren’t what Louie has set.
Ah good he’s in a good mood. I’ll just stay here with the biscuits. Then he’s on the phone to someone.

“I was rubbing cream into his arse in the pub last night”

My fuckin God we’re in Hamburg, there are plenty of bars where that sort of thing is not only permissible, but actively encouraged.
The Stranglers crew are a more (ahem) mature bunch than the norm.
Which in turn means they have seen more than the average and are probably a bit jaded to the usual road antics. And have worked on perversions that no person should ever have to witness.
Broken bits of the conversation around payment for services rendered and having to get the cash off the band the mind boggles As It happens It’s nothing to worry about, up for it Andi Lycett’s got a big rat tattooed on his arse. Good man tour tattoo!!!! Looks like I missed out on all the shenanigans again. Damn!!!!

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Brummy Cunts!!

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!
“Really?”
“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”
“Erm Campbell”
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.

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