Note : Need to get elbow pads next, arms not bruised anymore but elbows knocked up.
The day starts well and we leave Aimens at around 2.00 pm with plenty of time to get to Den Haag (4 hrs). The first bit of the journey is mega enjoyable as we make recordings of improvisations as we travel. Proper bonkers stuff. As we hit Belgium we get lost and it takes us a while to get back on track. I swap places with Chris and fall asleep in the back of car. I wake up, the time is 7.30 pm, we are 40 minutes to Rotterdam, meaning we should be in Den Haag by 8.30 ish (Ok, but not great) but navigating to and around Den Haag is more the a pain, it's nightmare. I never ever want to drive round this city again. We stop at least 8 times to ask for directions, call and text the promoter, call friends, look at maps, try everything we can. Stress and panic kicks as me and Chris shout 'Left' 'Right' 'Slower' 'Stop' at poor old Arnol. I've never liked sat navs but I'd swap a kidney for one now
Eventually we find the address we have written but it's a house not a club, i knock on the door just to check and a miserable Dutch woman answers looking confused. We drive up and down the stupid road again and again. By this point we are so tired, stressed, confused, snappy and hungry it's becoming distressing. But we ask one more person for help. We drive 5 more minutes and we are there!!! but the time is 11.00 am and the promoter informs us there is no time to perform now. Fucking Shit Wank
Take a quick peak at space, amazing PA, it's proper. It's fair to say well grumpy, uncommunicative and pissed off so i take a walk to clear my head. The streets are full of skips and littered with interesting potential rummaging stuff, i have this nagging feeling that if we had made it, tonight's show would of kicked ass. I find solace in a terrible cheeseburger a 4 pack of Heineken. Time for bed
The day starts well and we leave Aimens at around 2.00 pm with plenty of time to get to Den Haag (4 hrs). The first bit of the journey is mega enjoyable as we make recordings of improvisations as we travel. Proper bonkers stuff. As we hit Belgium we get lost and it takes us a while to get back on track. I swap places with Chris and fall asleep in the back of car. I wake up, the time is 7.30 pm, we are 40 minutes to Rotterdam, meaning we should be in Den Haag by 8.30 ish (Ok, but not great) but navigating to and around Den Haag is more the a pain, it's nightmare. I never ever want to drive round this city again. We stop at least 8 times to ask for directions, call and text the promoter, call friends, look at maps, try everything we can. Stress and panic kicks as me and Chris shout 'Left' 'Right' 'Slower' 'Stop' at poor old Arnol. I've never liked sat navs but I'd swap a kidney for one now
Eventually we find the address we have written but it's a house not a club, i knock on the door just to check and a miserable Dutch woman answers looking confused. We drive up and down the stupid road again and again. By this point we are so tired, stressed, confused, snappy and hungry it's becoming distressing. But we ask one more person for help. We drive 5 more minutes and we are there!!! but the time is 11.00 am and the promoter informs us there is no time to perform now. Fucking Shit Wank
Take a quick peak at space, amazing PA, it's proper. It's fair to say well grumpy, uncommunicative and pissed off so i take a walk to clear my head. The streets are full of skips and littered with interesting potential rummaging stuff, i have this nagging feeling that if we had made it, tonight's show would of kicked ass. I find solace in a terrible cheeseburger a 4 pack of Heineken. Time for bed
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