A heavy night in Hull. Far to much Vodka & Red Bull and Failed chat-up lines.
I awoke to see the startling sight of Arturos bare arse padding across the hotel room at eye level. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep to no avail. “great” I thought, “Hull on earth”.
We got a taxi to the gig. Myself, Artouro and Abbiss all on the back seat. Our collective arses pumping out toxins akin to Chernobyl. We tipped heavily.
The battery was flat on the 16 ton truck backline and catering loaded in but we coulndn’t get the artic. To the load in ramp, this was a very bad start to our day.
Noticed a girl on the crew, a lovely face that smiled on cue and lit up the venue, her name was “Jo”. She was soon christened Sally Webster by Artouro due to her harmonious northern accent, she took our gags well and laughed at the poorest of jokes, even one of Milky’s. I took a real shine to Jo which was a godsend for the rest of the crew as it meant I went outside to fart, Erik didn’t deem this necassary and carried on regardless.
Little Jo made a bad day bearable for me, it’s always good to have a lady on the crew as it invokes a calm over us and hence the day becomes more or less stress free. Unless your Erik!
A pants gig that went astoundingly well for all, except for Suzie the caterer who cut her finger off.
Next time I see Hull on the itinerary I will see little Jo’s smile and a top -up for it – funny – all giving crew. On the downside I will be able to smell Eriks arse.
As a postscript: If anyone has a butt plug they no longer require please please, for the sake of the guys and gals loading the truck with Erik please could they send it care of Embracecrew to the sound company before someone gets hurt.
As Magic would say when asked “What time will you be finished loading in ?”
Later
Ben
|
