I was tired and grumpy the drive was the last thing I really needed but jobs to do and all that, off up the motorway to a club on a roundabout near Manchester. The back stage was a bar with a bar man attached, and some take away food, Chinese which looked like it had been cooked in wallpaper paste. On stags we played to about 15 people, we rocked out as it were and then I drove home vowing to end this madness.
No more touring for me, it’s no good I have to throw in the towel and admit it’s not making sense. The money the days spent climbing the country to play to 15 people and four girls who were in short skirts waiting for the disco to start at 10pm. It’s not always like this but it’s not for me. I should pay more attention and be at home and write more. Matt my manager is right. He often is, it so annoying. I know this feeling wont last but tonight im washed up and a part time member of my own underpants.