Glasgow

We last here a couple of years ago at Sleazies,as in Nice and, but this time we’re at the legendary King Tuts; it's venue of the year apparently although I forget which one exactly. The rider is divided into sections, all very civilised, we get the Stella, the other bands seemingly jealous...still they can have mine if they want, I'm no no great fan of a drink that calls itself the wife-beater [Mike explains that Stella is known for it's incitment toward domestic violence]. To an alcohol softie like me it's way too strong, chemically enhanced, makes me ill, not that I've drunk it for years. The hospitality factor at the venue is really wonderful, we are well fed and watered by the management. Craig and Ben order some kind of Scottish spiced sausage thing and I’m briefly reminded of my first wifes penchant for the Glasgow sausage casserole, which we sort of lived on at the time, and here I am years later, a meat free modernist in a fantasy food memory zone. I forgot about it until now. Back at the gig there’s even a lock on the dressing room door. The sound engineer knows the room, we're happy and checked and our hotel is a few minutes walk, I’m sharing with the bands very own Mr Sheen. There are huge parties of Irish revellers in the hotel bar who promise to come to the show, of course they won’t still they enjoy the banter notably with Bonehead who attracts that sort of thing. You know what I mean…lets have it large and explode like a diamonds in the night, with copious talk a lot of Columbian army marching powder shite, if you’ve no idea what I mean it hardly matters. The crowd is swollen, and has swelled even, significantly when we return. Supports are done for. We manage to catch the last of The Felt Tips who seem perfectly charming and nice people; their bass player is a trainee psychiatrist as it happens, I was talking to him earlier about the madness and the sadness and the one sided door...which is a line from some song or other apparently. Then we’re on and off and encored and it’s all over. The reaction seems good, I sell a few albums, half an hour later everyone’s disappeared. We go back to Mike and Bens room for a sing song where Bonehead plays the major minor happy sad song as we all come over a bit hysterical. You had to be there, as indeed Karen was on behalf of you tube…I think she was joking wasn’t she?? Our Mark Radcliffe BBC radio 2 session is confirmed for Tuesday 6th Feb, do tune in, drop him a txt or mail, keep the name alive and all the usual promotional blagging begging a bellowings…cheerio for now, VPx