so it was the big day,
i had my new seth godin DVD package for my birthday from Bronster and i was feeling pretty good.
I tested my laptop and even though its been battered this summer and i thought i totalled it last week with the wine incident it was now working…. albeit with an external mouse and keybord… poor machine, abused.
so Sockman offered me a lift up in his BM which meant that i could skip out on the monster journey in the back of dickies leaking freezing sickmobile.
After a fat line we sped up the m5 and arrived at The Buttermarket and squeezed in a 30 second soundcheck before doors opened.
Backstage Doghouse presented me with a excellent hand made card and a Bonzo Dog Band box set… Russell Crow thrust a litre of Brandy into my hand, even though i was over half way thru one already…
Puffcake entered the room with a collection of minicakes and candles on a foil plate and i blew and wished for stuff im not allowed to say or it wont cum true.
I took one small butterfly cake as the rest fell to the floor in a minging pile., which i then picked up and pelted at P&O.
Russell scored some twat-powder and racked out a fat line…. The security entered just at the wrong time and flung him out on to the street.
We managed to encourage the security to let hiim back in saying he was singing on stage in 10 mins…\
we entered stage left… off my facce and bulging./
the gig went off and Russell rapped on one of the tracks… straight after the show he was turfed out agin by the meat heads.
we got back in the car and headed for cardiff while the rest of the band hung out with the Wrexham posse.
Back at Sockmans we sniffed and chugged and gulped til the next morning – watching shape shifting videos on youtube , got a bit of kip arched over in a tiny ball on the sofa and got a taxi back about 11am head cracked and brain soggy. happy birthday flapsandwich you old bastard!!!!!!
sunday i rested and pushed out the Howard Marks show,,,,,
which is tonight!!! see you there.