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[w/ Uptown Racquet Club]
We did this show without Simone Du Hoekner, guitarist and Estonian composer Ordinairre, so, without going into too much detail, it was by the far the greatest gig ever. Better than that Andy Williams show we all went to see last year. Yes, better even than that.
Uptown Racquet Club ensured our drummer was knackered for our set, and Brownfury’s cleverly disguised bottle of Jameson (he had it in a paper bag. It could have been anything!) ensured the boy had to be carried off the stage. The Triskel let us be all rock and roll hangin backstage and we even had free cripps and booze. Do you see that? That’s respect, my little clams. Respect.
We stayed in the hostel with some New Zealand rugby-cum-mullet-team and somehow utterly none of
the band managed to make it home.
[w/ The Chalets]
It didn’t look good initially. None of the omens boded remotely well. But being optimistic, and frankly dizzy with last night bilious hangover, we hung in there. And then Matty Holland scored. And Keano beag hit the post. it was alright again. yes. Yes it was.
Then naps all around, in preparation for the gig. Simons rather laughable suggestion that we all turn up to the venue real early for an extended soundcheck was laughed out of court. Germany vs Saudi Arabia. if you think we’re missing that, fuck off. World Cup, Natures Greatest Miracle. We played a nice long set, our first proper headliner all year, practically. and in our favourite haunt too. Picture us luminescent with our own glory. ahh, us. Unfortunately Dee and Smyth were sitting on deckchairs aside Lake Geneva or something, at that very moment. But we trouped on.
Playing Creature of The Wheel as an extended second encore was a mistake. Vinnie was too knackered to mouth the words, and a good rest was needed by all after the show. and a wash. and some booze. World Cup, happy days.
The Chalets were brilliant as well. our new favourite band.
