OK punks, you got 1 hour of my time. It be zero two therty fave own a Suundaey mourneen in Naaarch, thatís raht, Naaarch, im Nofolk, thatís the UK unnerstand? On tha East side, motherf******.
Morning! Just woke up, I look GREAT!!! And my head doesnít ache or anything.
If itís Saturday it must be Blackburn, a town of many ethnic groups. Quite odd, on me travels went into the shopping mall, and everyoneís smoking away, not like that in London, in fact I canít think of a shopping area where you can. Minor point, that, anyway quite a few pound shops (my favourites) and a pub with John on the organ every afternoon from 2 Ďtil 4. Really, thatís what it said. Bloody freezing day, miserable place, and as AB wrote "I wouldnít want to live here"
Gig, whilst nice inside wasnít a patch on Hull, I think one silly billy (ho-ho) holds the record for the shortest time at a Quo gig, heíd been thrown out by half way through the second song, with a 'what did I do?' look on his face. You acted like a complete schmuck mate, any other questions? We were OK, but billy 10/10.
Southport, another miserable day, but went for an arf in the battleship (battleship cruiser-boozer) next door which claims itís the smallest pub in England. It ainít. Thatís in Cern Abbas in Dorset I reckon, anyway, who cares? God the drivel, the drivel. One of those places where you feel like youíre playing in your grandmaís lounge, the sound is so polite, and the audience are clapping but you can hardly hear them. We were on the bus leaving the gig, and watched some people coming out, not literally, (what a pathetic attempt at humour) they were really really happy, so the usual 10 I suppose...
Itís going to chart today, donít know what number, I suspect not as high as Youíll Come Round, but what will be will be.
Anyway, done the telly, very nice people they are there, and went to Oxford, where Messrs. Rossi and Parfitt were doing a book signing session. Walked around the city, which is really lovely, for 4 hours, met up with 2 people who owned 17 massive show dogs between them, barking or what? They were, but nice. "Remember," my gamekeeper friend told me once: "big dog, big shit". I have miniature Schnauzers.
Gig in Oxford reminded me of around a year ago, where I stood on that very stage and got the biggest cheer of the tour, with my 'Come on England!' shout for the Rugby World Cup, which of course we went on to win. Still, the Aussies beat us at Twickenham yesterday. I suspect normal service has been resumed. Good gig, shite sound, but Iím pleased to see (and hear) that Rick seems finally to have put his sound gremlins behind him, he is on top rocking form at present, buy now while stocks last, it really is great to have the Right Rocking Reverend Rock Parfait in the building. I just messed up me lappie again, now all the writingís coming in from the right hand side of the page, HELP!!!
Croydon 1 triffic, showed a woman my bum, and she showed me hers, from the stage of course, good crack.
Thought that the gig must have been the first of the 2 to go on sale, best billy ever for the Fairfield halls... again great billy. What are we doing that we didnít on the last tour? (No sarcastic quotes on the MB please) Audience reaction has been storming, keep it up I say. Sure Iím not alone in that sentiment.
Croydon 2 Mattís best ever gig with the band Iíd say. Rick and me were SERIOUSLY giving it some welly. Francis didnít have a good night, but hey, us 3 did. Ab fab, but Matthew was just amazing. Heís always superb, but this gig was something else in my book, which of course this is.
Iím going to a school in Haverhill in Suffolk tomorrow to talk about the music industry and how I perceive the yoof of today, am wearing brown trousers as we speak, will let you know, now off to church, all of you.
Photos by Dave Salt
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