Well well well... I'm stuck for words. Yesterday I won the Lottery, witnessed a satanic human sacrifice, became President of Chile, (by the way, did you know he's actually Japanese? You do now.) and saved the world from bubonic plague by eating every rodent in the Universe, sorry, eating a Mcrapburgertypethingmate. You see life is sooooo boring chez Quo (Pretentious? Moi?), I have to have these little adventures, else one could go East Ham, (one stop short of Barking). So maybe you can begin to understand that Ever Popular Tortured Artist effect, my little cricket stumps. Fact is, it's going so svimminkly vell (that's German, by the way)that I'm having trouble finding anything interesting to write about. So I shan't break the habit of a lifetime and start now...
Bit of a culture shock in a way, drove to Plymouth the night B4 the show, and woke up looking out to sea where Drake set sail to fight the Spaniards. I actually woke up in bed, not looking out to sea, just to clear that one up. What a tedious man I am... When he was doing that, the English, and most of the world didn't even know Australia existed.... Just think, if they keep looking, they might find intelligent life in Feltham, but I'm not too hopeful.
It was great to get back on the road, as it's like unfinished business when you have a break in the middle of a tour, great to be home and all that, but it's at the back of your mind all the time that there's more to do. I like to finish, then forget about it for a while, which is actually almost impossible to do, it gets in your blood, this Quo thing... Anyway the gig, sold out, as are all of the shows. We were a little rusty, but that didn't stop some good rocking tonite, yessirrebobb. It's kinda (hey folks, authentic frontier rockspeak) reassuring to come back every year and see faces you've come to recognize over the years. Saw one of my millions, sorry 3 superfans, the very pregnant (nothing to do with me!) Sarah, good luck with the passing of a football. That's the best analagy I've heard for childbirth, and having seen a couple myself, ouch!!! That smarts!!!
Rick's sound has definitely perked up, it's much more as it should be. As he says, when you have the noise problem, you don't look people in the eye in the same way, it can be quite disconcerting, but he was every inch (how queer) the Rock God tonight... It was then all aboard the Status Quo charabanc for the overnight beano, sorry trip to Manchester, for the Apollo. What a rocking night!! Last year we started there, and were a sack of cack. This year I felt we were really at our best. The stage had an apron at the front of about 4 feet, which really means for those of you that don't understand what an apron is, it's an extra bit on the front, which sort takes the place of a barrier. You're not lit up when you go out there, but it's GREAT for vibing with you lot, We really had a great time. That Mad Racket geezer Steve got a bit out of order, but calmed down, well done, keep it cool and we'll all have a ball. Also, PLEASE stop shouting Shag it, it's getting a bit of a drag. One more thing. Please put all your unwanted cash/drugs/blank cheques in envelopes adressed to me, c/o Save the Rhino @ Handle Artists.. Thanks a lot.. An excellent night all round, that Matthew truly is an inspired choice, not just 'cos I made the call to him, he really has made such a difference. There's no room for complacency with him, it's like a howitzer up your arse, not that I've ever had one.
Onwards and sideways, literaly, to sunny Liverpool, which in fact it was, went for a saunter round, great to be back there, it's been ages, too long in fact. On the gig Francis made the mistake of mentioning we'd played in Manchester the hight before, for which he was roundly booed! I mean come on you lot, we're all English aren't we? Actually forget that, we're all Quo fans, right? Just 'cos Man U are the best football team in the land, closely followed by TWFMBFC, you don't rail against a town 30 miles away! Good gig, though I have to say I thought the billy at Manchester were a little more up for it. David Moores, the chairman of Liverpool and his wife dropped in to say hello to the OMORRS, who were doing the mother of all interviews for Mojo magazine. Could this be Status Quo Become hip shock horror beefy Botham bastard ate my hamster? I think TOTP2 has made quite a lot of people realise that we are in fact shit kickingly good at what we do, and you lot know it, lucky you...
Continued... Part 4
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