Club Smith in Derby - Picture courtesy of Sarah Abigail Bottomley
And so the tour rolls on, after Southend on Sunday we moved onto London to do our own show. It was surprisingly busy and responsive for a London show, as such is the bustle of the capital we often fear being drowned out by people’s thoughts of getting ahead and what not. We also met a lovely bunch of people called Apple Eyes.
We then went to hit the travelodge. However our rooms had been given away, apparently it’s standard practice to overbook by 5 rooms? I pointed and shouted at the guy whilst wearing an 80s mac and the angry Rick Astley routine seemed to work and he booked us into a hotel 10 miles away. We got there and we weren’t booked in. We went back to the travelodge and he sent us another 10 miles away. We slept there and when we got up travelodge still hadn’t paid for the room. We were very outraged so booked into a spa. If there has ever been a more middle class/middle aged solution to a problem on tour I’d like to know it.
Here are 2 of our comrades on tour. The man on the left is Will who does our monitor sound, and the man on the right is Dudley who is selling our merch and driving us. They are both heroes of ours. Will has no volume control on his voice and Dudley has no control over whether what he says is appropriate, so it’s a great combination. One guy shouting all the time the other dishing out outrageous faux pas.
Guildford was great, as was Derby. We’ve sold an outrageous amount of cds and vinyls on tour now. A guy with Kaiser Chiefs told us it was probably enough to chart, which is a bit nuts. We still have time on the merch stand to deface a Jim Davidson flyer though…
