Yesterday evening Abbiss and Milky catch the train out to the suburbs where Gary lives, as they have to be up bright and early to travel to the festival in the morning. Band and rest of crew will meet us there. As far as Milky is concerned, eating good curry and drinking lots of red non fizzy booze, good....... sleeping on settee whilst Abbiss nicks the spare bed, bad!
Get up 2 hours before going to bed and await the arrival of our luxury limousine. 7 am door bell rings and Bill our driver for the day arrives with, surely there’s been some mistake, a Morris Minor pickup truck. After intense negotiations over the phone to the limousine rental company we pile our wellingtons, which we bought especially for Glastonbury 98, and ourselves into the Morris Minor and head for Somerset. It’s not all bad though because the wind rushing through our hair wakes us up nicely!
On the way we pick up Dave and he very kindly supplies pillows for us all. Nice multi coloured ones which cheer us up no end. Inspired by this we paint the pickup with flowers and clouds so that we will blend in at the festival.
Lots of hanging around today before we have to rush around a lot later. Meet up with everyone else and realise just how nervous the band are when discovering that Mickey Dale’s hair has gone white with worry, or at least something like that.
Gig goes very well with only one technical mishap although we are a little disappointed that we do not have a naked girl making an appearance onstage like the Happy Mondays did. We have to be content with looking at Des, Beeve’s and Gor’s flowery shirts instead. Everyone’s very happy afterwards and much drinking of booze of all varieties follows before today is declared a “Memory Event”. After watching Mr Bowie perform and armed with a bottle of red non fizzy booze apiece, we climb tired but happy into our trusty Morris Minor pickup and head for home. Only stopping once for a Ginsters frenzy on the way, during which Abbiss manages to get hold of the last Chicken and Mushroom Slice, bugger! As we lay back on our pillows in the warm Summers evening we gaze up at the stars and talk about all sorts of important and interesting things before realising we’re actually talking bollocks and go to sleep. |
