Ah well, back in my neat little cell after the weekend.
The gig was good, the other two bands were both amazing. However, it was frought with a few minor setbacks (the key ones being the restaurant next doorcomplaining about the volume levels and my wah pedal dying five minutes into my set.)
After the gig, I quickly donned my robes from Halloween and headed over to my mate's fancy-dress flatwarming. Drank much cider before my mate started passing round the neat JD. Suffice to say I woke up on her floor in the morning with a full-blown bastard behind the eyes.
With this hangover firmly in place, i headed over to see my visiting mother and my sisters for italian food. Stodge is always the best thing when you're hung-over.
After I left them, I went back to Guss's and napped on his couch whilst he was out at work. When he got back, we got our shit together and went to DJ at the Mission. Even though the hangover was gone, I still didn't feel much like beer, so I spent the night on the Vodkas and orange. This is generally cosidered to be a Good Thing, as this morning as I got on the bus back to Dundee I had no hangover to speak of.
Too fucking tired now, but I'm damned if I'm going to sleep the now.
The gig was good, the other two bands were both amazing. However, it was frought with a few minor setbacks (the key ones being the restaurant next doorcomplaining about the volume levels and my wah pedal dying five minutes into my set.)
After the gig, I quickly donned my robes from Halloween and headed over to my mate's fancy-dress flatwarming. Drank much cider before my mate started passing round the neat JD. Suffice to say I woke up on her floor in the morning with a full-blown bastard behind the eyes.
With this hangover firmly in place, i headed over to see my visiting mother and my sisters for italian food. Stodge is always the best thing when you're hung-over.
After I left them, I went back to Guss's and napped on his couch whilst he was out at work. When he got back, we got our shit together and went to DJ at the Mission. Even though the hangover was gone, I still didn't feel much like beer, so I spent the night on the Vodkas and orange. This is generally cosidered to be a Good Thing, as this morning as I got on the bus back to Dundee I had no hangover to speak of.
Too fucking tired now, but I'm damned if I'm going to sleep the now.
I hope you told the restaurant people to fuck off, Doom must be brought to the masses.