The Other Bands Descend Upon Us (Which Isn't A Colloquial Term For Oral Sex)
We got back to The Arena around 6:25 PM and one of the other bands, err... Lightbulb 40... or something...no, Lifeform 281 were sitting around...this was a band consisting of old punk fans, not a pretty sight... the singer was a bearded leprachaun who was a fucking arsehole...they sounded like a bad Damned cover band, without the makeup. And we all know, the best thing about the Damned WAS the fucking makeup.
Another band, Moody arrived, who, at first, seemed like neds with guitars, and it seemed to continue that way...they borrowed Mon's amplifier, and looked at it, puzzled and perplexed...when Mon politely asked if they were looking for the cables, they retorted in sarcasm...arses... So, again, I was determined to fight with them, being the devoted crowd-pleaser I am...but, I want another gig at the Arena, so I decided against it.
So, these were the two bands we were to be playing with this evening...we felt completely out of place...we were tarted up, looking like slappers, and here they were in their Scotland football tops and Nike trainers...
We sat on some speakers, waiting for the soundchecks...