i smell toast... is the PA on fire again?..

April 1, 2008 at 1:09pm

sat 29 march - oggy's bar, hanley

oggy oggy oggy

let's just get one thing straight - we don't do, and never will do, the fields of athenry. ok? good.

anyway, yeh, good gig. a rainy saturday night in hanley and, standing having a smoke outside the venue i was reminded of the frame of mind i was in when i wrote 'dark waltz'. yep, stoke on trent is truly one of the shittiest of shit-holes in the country.

however, the craic was getting on for ninety and a fair bit of drinking was performed by all.
the trent vale poet did an interval recital despite appearing several sheets to the wind, some crazy dancing took place, an interesting vocal rendition of 'and the word was' was attempted by our esteemed frontman, i personally was fairly well toasted and, indeed praised by someone for 'my vitriol' following the opening number, when i informed the audience that in fairness, they should have applauded more enthusiastically "because that was fucking brilliant"...
oh, and dave claims that, following an unusually flawless version of 'where the waters meet', he heard a punter exclaim, simply: "wank". which is fair enough.

also deserving of an honourable mention, the dude who told me and dave that we'd done "quite enough tinkering, get on with the show", and the inexplicable smell of toast which manifested halfway through the first set, prompting us to check if the PA was about to explode. again...

but, nice to see y'all, especially those faces from yesteryear, happy birthday to sean, thanks to the oggy's crew and everybody there, see ya next time.