The lampy deal is - If you are with the headline band at a festival you go to the stage the night before and program the show overnight.
HHJJ turned up to load in his monitor desk, there were a few things to do on stage before we could get underway- focussing (pointing lights in the right place) and a while before HHJJ could get on with his plugging in, his sound equipment that is! poor Dave was desperatre to get home for some reason, I think if he'd stayed any later than 2AM his testicles would have exploded!
I eventually got going, by 4AM my fellow tech "Ewan Mcrobb" was lying on the floort making burbling noises and dribbling, I sent him to bed, (it was for the best)
By about 6AM it was light and the litter crews hadf finished their overnight trawl, I looked over to the main stage where Pulp's lampy- Dave, was still also working. At about 8AM I'd had enough, I needed to get a taxi to my hotel fo a sleep over the day ready to return refreshed for a show that night.
Thus the lampy can feel completely shattered all weekend, and be full of the joys of spring when the maid at the hotel continualy ignores the DO NOT DISTURB sign on my door and taps on it to see if i'm awake every hour, Then after failing to get an answer she rings the room!! - Ive never had a problem with the moathouse before but this particular day I really needed a few hours sleep, I have thus come to the conclusion that the maid was both illiterate and stupid!
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