OH...so that's what happens on tour eh!!
Soooo, Sunday (I think? Yeah it's Sunday!) I'm finally getting a day off from touring and I kinda woke up this morning not knowing where the fuck I was.
Oh dear, what a week.
Where have we been? Fuck knows!
Ok... We drove to York first for an OK gig, then straight to Leeds after York and completely did it up, followed by a day off in Leeds where we all got completely battered.
The whole band got through 14 grams of charlie in one day (I kid you not!) and basically hung out with a load of girls around the pubs in the Riverside area of Leeds (lovely area by the way)
before then going to some random bar and playing the messiest game of ping-pong you can ever imagine, people fell over, balls went a-flying, no awards were won!
And then returned to the hotel where this happened:
Don't worry, nobody was murdered, it's kinda what happens when you lose the corkscrew and then take it on board that it's possible to open a bottle of wine by knocking the top off via the bathroom sink? It doesn't work by the way, and...is not to be tried at home. My hands are cut to fuck.
Not the best idea I've ever had to be honest.
Sooo, the bathroom looked like a crime scene, the room stank of red wine and it all had to be cleared up before the chambermaid had a heart attack the next day and we all got arrested....
Then it was all back on the tour bus for a trip to Middlesbrough for a gig in this huge old theater with a bunch of moody fucker indie kids who weren't the worlds best audience, but who cares when you have a dressing room full of booze.
Then an overnighter back home to bed.
I think I got in around 6 this morning.
And here I am again.
Home sweet home.
It all starts again on Tuesday.
I'm going to the pub to regroup.
This guy has a foul mouth too, but we do fukin love him, twat!!
This: also (for some reason unbeknown to me} deserves a mention?