Finally got t'internet back!
BT, you suck ass! You usless pricks!
Ok, with that little rant over onto last weekend...
Ooooooooooh, good god, where do I start?...
Well, me and Frank met up early Saturday morning and started sorting all our shit out to take to the lock-up. Half hour later we were in the pub, having given up due to 'heat exaustion', or as his dad put it; 'Bone-fuckin-idleness'...
I cant really argue with that, although it was stupidly hot to be lugging around a shit load of cabs and amps. Still, we got our asses into gear and even swung by Asda to do a last minute beer run...buying a fridge in the process.
This took our tally of alcohol upto...
1 Bottle of Jage'
1 Bottle of Vodka
1 Bottle of Jim Beam
1 Bottle of Jack Daniels
20 Cans of Strongbow
12 Cans of Carling
6 Cans of Bud
2 Bottles of Merrydown Cider
1 Hip-flask of Rum
4 Cans of Red Bull
2 Bottles of Coke
1 Small bag of weed
So we finally make it to the lock-up to meet with Tom and Justin, with the intention of one last quick practice till our van arrives. But theres one small problem, namely Kieran, who's nowhere to be fuckin' seen. After countless calls to his mobile he finally picks up and tell us he's broken down in Northampton...
Long story short, we give him an altermatum and 40 minutes later he turns up.
Wasted.
The idea of the practice gets scrapped and replaced by 'early drinking' as Walpole and co arrives with our van and I used the term 'van' in the loosest of terms. Its cab is sectioned off from the rest of the thing so once the doors were closed we practically in complete darkness as none of the interior lights work. Still, we managed to get the fridge and a sofa in aswell as all our kit so as far as we were concerned, we were winners!
Theres not really a whole lot to say about the journey down to Camden. We crashed out and progressively got more and more wasted, whilst fighting, singing to Judas Preist and hanging out of the side door while bombing down the M1.
Kieran smoked his weed and passed out all before we got passed Northampton and didnt wake up again until we hit the last service station just outside London. It wasnt till this point where it dawned on me just how shit faced we were...
(Me and Justin bearing out 'Metal faces'. I know, not a good look
)
(Frank and Justin, shortly before Justin also dropped his kegs and ran at an old couple in a Ford Mondeo)
(Kieran, Tom and Justin, trying to kick Kieran for pouring Strongbow into his trousers, little does he know, it was actually me!)
(The whole rabble, kinda. Tom, Kieran, Justin, Yours truely, Frank and Walpole)
It was at this point we aquired a traffic cone... Somehow
(what seemed like) 5 minutes later, we were in Camden. Which we loudly celebrated by opening the side door and shouting at everyone who we passed ...Until Walpole got fed up of having to stop the van and shout at us and instead opted to stop the van and punch Kieran, slap Frank and crack me over the head with the empty bottle of Jim Beam
We finally got to the venue; Camden Southern Harmony Rock Club, and all piled out. Well, all of us except Justin, who by this time could'nt actually physically stand up.
As all that was left of the booze was half a bottle of Vodka, some Rum and 5 cans of warm Carling, we headed straight to the nearest pub and left Justin in the hands of Walpole and the other guys.
I wont go into too much detail about the run upto the set, but by some kind of act of god, Justin managed to sober up enough to pick up his guitar, me and Beth got on like a fookin' house on fire! And the support band were fuckin' awsome!
So check them out; Raising Sand.
The rest of the night of which I have practically no recolection of other than give the last of the vodka to the support band and drinking about 4 or 5 more rum and cokes.
We woke back up in Corby at 5am.
Sunday was a complete right off.
BT, you suck ass! You usless pricks!
Ok, with that little rant over onto last weekend...
Ooooooooooh, good god, where do I start?...
Well, me and Frank met up early Saturday morning and started sorting all our shit out to take to the lock-up. Half hour later we were in the pub, having given up due to 'heat exaustion', or as his dad put it; 'Bone-fuckin-idleness'...
I cant really argue with that, although it was stupidly hot to be lugging around a shit load of cabs and amps. Still, we got our asses into gear and even swung by Asda to do a last minute beer run...buying a fridge in the process. This took our tally of alcohol upto...
1 Bottle of Jage'
1 Bottle of Vodka
1 Bottle of Jim Beam
1 Bottle of Jack Daniels
20 Cans of Strongbow
12 Cans of Carling
6 Cans of Bud
2 Bottles of Merrydown Cider
1 Hip-flask of Rum
4 Cans of Red Bull
2 Bottles of Coke
1 Small bag of weed
So we finally make it to the lock-up to meet with Tom and Justin, with the intention of one last quick practice till our van arrives. But theres one small problem, namely Kieran, who's nowhere to be fuckin' seen. After countless calls to his mobile he finally picks up and tell us he's broken down in Northampton...
Long story short, we give him an altermatum and 40 minutes later he turns up.
Wasted.
The idea of the practice gets scrapped and replaced by 'early drinking' as Walpole and co arrives with our van and I used the term 'van' in the loosest of terms. Its cab is sectioned off from the rest of the thing so once the doors were closed we practically in complete darkness as none of the interior lights work. Still, we managed to get the fridge and a sofa in aswell as all our kit so as far as we were concerned, we were winners!
Theres not really a whole lot to say about the journey down to Camden. We crashed out and progressively got more and more wasted, whilst fighting, singing to Judas Preist and hanging out of the side door while bombing down the M1.
Kieran smoked his weed and passed out all before we got passed Northampton and didnt wake up again until we hit the last service station just outside London. It wasnt till this point where it dawned on me just how shit faced we were...
(Me and Justin bearing out 'Metal faces'. I know, not a good look
)(Frank and Justin, shortly before Justin also dropped his kegs and ran at an old couple in a Ford Mondeo)
(Kieran, Tom and Justin, trying to kick Kieran for pouring Strongbow into his trousers, little does he know, it was actually me!
)(The whole rabble, kinda. Tom, Kieran, Justin, Yours truely, Frank and Walpole)
It was at this point we aquired a traffic cone... Somehow
(what seemed like) 5 minutes later, we were in Camden. Which we loudly celebrated by opening the side door and shouting at everyone who we passed
...Until Walpole got fed up of having to stop the van and shout at us and instead opted to stop the van and punch Kieran, slap Frank and crack me over the head with the empty bottle of Jim Beam We finally got to the venue; Camden Southern Harmony Rock Club, and all piled out. Well, all of us except Justin, who by this time could'nt actually physically stand up.
As all that was left of the booze was half a bottle of Vodka, some Rum and 5 cans of warm Carling, we headed straight to the nearest pub and left Justin in the hands of Walpole and the other guys.
I wont go into too much detail about the run upto the set, but by some kind of act of god, Justin managed to sober up enough to pick up his guitar, me and Beth got on like a fookin' house on fire!
And the support band were fuckin' awsome! So check them out; Raising Sand.
The rest of the night of which I have practically no recolection of other than give the last of the vodka to the support band and drinking about 4 or 5 more rum and cokes.
We woke back up in Corby at 5am.
Sunday was a complete right off.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
tribalmisfit:
now thats rock n Rolllllll
avenel:
Sounds like you have been having a brilliant time!