I wake up to the cacophonous snores of Paul Wechter. It amazes me that someone so small could make such horrific sounds but he manages it every night! As dust falls from the rafters and the windows rattle in their frames everyone wakes up and decides to go get some breakfast. Getting ready quickly isn’t exactly one of our strong points though so we get to listen to some of the highlights from Victor’s record collection including Saetia, The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower and Black Sabbath. We eventually head into Leeds for some food and Broads takes on the mega breakfast in the café. It’s so big that there’s a tally of how many people have taken the challenge and how many have completed it. The statistics are stacked well in the favour of defeat. I save my money a little bit and stock up on supplies with Mike in Sainsbury’s.
We hit the road and head to near Wolverhampton to pick up our new driver and get the van fixed. The drive is boring as usual and we’re all grateful to stretch our legs after a few hours in the van while it gets sorted. We get wrap Paul in gaffer tape and meet Scott our new driver, who we all get on with straight away. It turns out he was in P-Rock favourites The Fight so you can see the kind of good guy we’re dealing with here.
The rest of the drive is quite uneventful. Me and Paul watch the rest of Terminator but after a few explosions I wake up in the dark feeling quite confused until Paul informs me the film finished three quarters of an hour ago. Oh well, I guess old habits die hard. When we get to the venue there’s a gig on before the NME club that we’re playing so we have to wait around til about 10.30 before we can load in and sound check so we have to hang around for a while. Nick, who we’re staying with tonight, so we catch up with him and have a few drinks.
The club night starts but it quickly becomes clear that nobody knows what’s going on, that nobody promoted the night at all and that the promoter has done a runner so everyone is understandably pissed off. Holy State play to us and a few of their friends who leave before we play. We play a new song, and have a pointless jam which includes me and Mike giving our guitars to the members of the ‘crowd’ to make sure we get paid. Luckily the bar manager pays us even though it’s not his fault and gives us a free drink to say sorry but everyone is pretty bummed out and we go to Nick’s to bed. On the way back we act like total dick heads which is hilarious. Luke threw a jam donut and yelled “You jammy bastard” and then we laugh all the way back when we see Fanny Street.
