Saturday 10th March

Saturday 10th March

Up at 6am after having a night in with Nik Nak instead of Woohoo who is far too noisy for me. We have an early start and Chris and I shoot out to get chloroseptic and other supplies and then we get the gear and all head off to the Globe to watch the Wales/Italy and Ireland/Scotland. Mona from Wisconsin joins us who also came along to the Candlelite gig. After the games we set up on the stage and crack out a few numbers. We're a bit loose and BFGUL is adding some different bits again. The first set ends with a broken string mid 'Kings of Leon'.

After a short break we get back on it and it gets little or no better. Woohoo who's on Tramadol and not drinking (like hell he's not) is as normal front and centre..... Warbling in full technocolour.

We play till around 3pm and then get back to the house, unload the gear and Andy and the rest head out to get Andy's back wheel straightened out. They get back around 6pm and our hosts order deep dish Chicago pizzas for this evenings banquet, got to get the carbs in as we have a full day in the saddle tomorrow.

Pork pie.

Saturday 10th March


Up at 4am - haven't had 8 hours sleep in total since arriving. An early start is delayed by Phil insisting he gets come sort of throat lozenges from the chemist before we go anywhere.  The games pass by and we hit the stage, premeditating that it will be half a dozen numbers and then we can get out of here. For once in my life we start to actually entice people into the back room of The Globe and off we go on a fun couple of hours of knocking out hit after hit. 


The Chicago Tafia are out in force. There's banter between Turks and Jacks. Lyndon, as musical director of the tour starts to wield his magic. Half way through a lead break he pushes and pulls me all over the stage to get me out of the way as I am standing in front of the P.A. speaker and deadening the sound of his solo.


Chris is loving it and puts his heart and soul into a rousing Delilah. The night is finished off with the comedy duo of 6 foot 4 Chris doing a duet of Sospan Fach with Gethin. Stuart, the landlord is loving it. The two hour plus matinee gig at The Globe is curtailed by a need to sort my bike out after B.A. baggage handlers have bashed my back wheel about. We said a big 'tara' to The Globe.

Phil is dropped off at Chris' to start getting his head around the first century attempt on Sunday and everyone else heads off to the Candlelight for a few more drinks. 

The pizza arrives back at the house, it is eaten with gusto and then to bed with everyone tucked up in their cribs by 8p.m. another great day!

Stompie