So we played with Victorian English Gentleman’s Club tonight at Barfly.
They are fucking good.
if you get a chance go see them on one of their dates this week.
we were lucky we made the gig tho.
spent 4 and a half hours getting back from a radio session in
got to the venue 5 minutes before going on stage
worst moment of the day was after 4 hours driving…
we stopped to pick up guitars and amps at my house,
Lyndsey threw the car keys at me,
they went through my hands,
bounced off my body,
assumed slow motion,
and neatly fell down a drain next to the gutter.
It was stunning.
We’d just locked all the equipment in the boot too.
Locked stock and 2 smoking idiots.
luckily it was only 1 metre deep.
coat hanger fishing skills saved the day.
Any deeper and the first day of our tour would have been shit
Weird random thing of the day was getting told our single is going to be backing track to the week’s goal scoring montage on Soccer AM on Sky Sports Saturday morning.
wasn’t expecting that one.
None of us are very good at football.
Actually that’s a lie.
I’m fucking Ace.
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