And so to Nottinghamshire, to a gig that was as wet as…. a day that really is very wet(!) and to share a stage with top Queen-a-likes KILLER QUEEN.Given the marathon journey trying to avoid all sorts of tomfoolery on the M25, M10 and M1, we arrived on time…. only to hurry up and wait.
The KQ’s mighty Spinal Tap-esque drum riser (18’ x 14’) pyramid had yet to be constructed and the all required blinders (some 70 odd) had to be positioned and wired in; then and only then could the band ‘sound check’ to, and with, their sequencers and tracks.
There were more lights on stage than in David Gest’s tanning salon and when the lighting engineer asked what we needed, I courteously informed him to turn the lights up……...and leave them alone.
Our sound check was more of a 10 minute line check to make sure all could hear what they wanted to, and then wallop! We did what we do best. Rain, hail, snow or sunshine, nothing stops us from having a good time and the crowd duly responded and all parties were impressed and satisfied….bring on the mighty Queen!
Having retreated from the stage at a very civil hour, we where made up to be travelling home in the light….then as we just got onto the M1, the squealing from under the bonnet stopped! The fan belt and bearing have snapped! DOH!
Enough said, that 3 hours later and after various much fractured conversations with the AA, we were picked up and dropped back to our various locations. Squirrel, Gibbo & me being the last, we happily retired around 3.00am.
And you lot think our life is all sex, drugs & rock’n’roll. If only...
Pete
-photo shows various band members consoling themselves with takeaway food; ailing van clearly visible in the background, swearing not pictured... L.H.
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