We all had a fucking incredible night all round. First off the turnout was far greater than any of us had imagined and a good number of people there were there to see us. Turns out we have a small following in Lancaster, despite never actually playing there before.
The set
We winged it. I'm not sure we'd all been in a room together since November so we just scribbled down a few songs that we thought we knew best and went for it. Obviously it could have been better but I think we pulled it off. Either that or the crowd were too pissed to care. Either way works for us.
As always, seeing a room of people realising the lyrics to Swallow (Or it's going in your eye) as you're playing it is hilarious. Followed by everyone joining in for a chorus of "Swallow my jizz!" Epic.
I feel I should probably apologise to the guy from Above the Waves who got a face full of my crotch at some point. When I pulled away I wasn't sure whether he was going to laugh or cry... I don't think he was either.
All-in-all it went a lot better than any of us was expecting and that's all down to the crowd reaction. We'll be back soon Lancaster, mark my words!
Shout outs
The other bands: Bit shouts out to Ark, The Fighting Keegans and Above the Waves. Unfortunately we had to leave before AtW so that we could all get back to Manchester but what we saw of the other two bands rocked!
Ewan: Big shout out to Ewan for putting the night together despite his limited experience in doing such a thing!
The bar staff: Big shout out to the Bobbin's bar staff, who helped to make the night as fantastic as it was by making sure everyone was lubed with booze. Especially to the dude I dedicated Every STD in the Book to. I think he took it quite well.
And a bit shout out to the chaps from Bloodyard and Vandal Hearts who came out to see us too :)
Journey home
The journey home was hell! First of all Paul missed his train after it changed platforms without an announcement. This meant that we had to get all five members of the band, plus equipment, into my little Peugeot 206. We managed to cram everything in...just.
I have never driven in such fog...Seriously we could not see anything for most of the way home. We were just blindly following streetlamps in the directions Whitty's SatNav said we should go (and it didn't have a fucking clue).
When we FINALLY got back to Ian's we realised something that made us all feel a little sick inside... The boot hadn't been shut the whole time. And I don't mean it hadn't closed quite properly, I mean you could lift it open quite easily. By some miracle none of our gear had fallen out...
What we learned:
- We can play a classics set with very little practice with very little going wrong.
- We can fit ever member of the band, plus our gear into a cramped Peugeot 206 if the need arises.
- We can pass for a signed band! Who would've thought that?!
- We can do 70 miles an hour down a motorway and realise only when we get back to Manchester that the boot wasn't shut properly. Thank god for the lack of speed bumps.
- Lancaster girls are sexy.
Positive all-round!
Next up! Salford on Friday with our good friends in Shades of Avalon!
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