Dogs On Tour: Blog 2

May 01 2008 1:37 pm, Rikki Mehta

Day 2, Monday 28^th April – Leicester Charlotte

Woke up too early, didn’t feel so good. Mouth like Ghandi’s flip flop. Went out to a greasy spoon and got a cheap fry up near Deansgate in Manc. Walking back to the hotel and it starts pissing down with rain. This is not the greatest start to the day! Oh well. Get back to the hotel dry off and meet in reception at noon.

Back on the road en route to Leicester. I start feeling a bit worse for wear in the bus and my head starts spinning. This blog is put on hold for a while. We arrive in Leicester and go on the hunt for food and end up in an Irish pub for some hearty food and a pint. We soon realise that Enya and other Irish music is not good for our brains at this time of day. The food comes and the portions are enormous, too much for my stomach to take in as well as Enya making it turn.

Head to the venue to start soundchecking. Feedback Phil is the in house sound engineer who doesn’t take much pride in his job. Graffiti on the dressing room wall says it all: “Why is Feedback Phil such a fucking wanker?” The rest of it is the regular cocks and balls which has been added to by Luc drawing a man wanking off another man.

As we are sound checking the next band walk in. They are a rock band. They have a pedal board in a coffin cased box. Need I say more?....... They play their guitars slung around their knees. The bass has a pointy headstock. What the hell are they doing supporting us? They are shit! Even in bouffant hair rock terms.

We walk in after visiting the hotel and one of our biggest fans greets us. He calls himself Tot, a 50 year old pleb going through a mid life crisis. In the dressing room we give strict orders to our tour manager to not let anyone in. Lots of booze flowing as per usual and then we walk through the crowd to get on stage.

It starts well and the mosh pit at the front starts going full pelt. The guys in Leicester seem to like fighting as there are quite a few punches thrown. We get to a new track and Johnny announces that it is called ‘50 odd wrongs’. We hear Tot shout “20 odd what?” What a dick! It’s not a two way conversation you prick.

‘Tuned To A Different Station’ causes more rucks in the pit and we walk off chuffed at a good gig. We have an 11 mile drive back to the hotel so it’s a stop at a garage for ‘supplies’. Back to our room for a couple of beers. After everyone’s left I watch the original version of ‘The Fly’ and fall asleep with paper mache fly masks in my dreams.

• E-mail
• DIGG
• De.licio.us
• RSS feed

« Back