Randy, tour manager and sound engineer
Gerald, driver, fixer and Iron man
At the hotel
Pete and Dan
Scruff and Hoggy
Pete
Late night dip, Bloody hell Scruff, thats one hell of a bifta!
Bloody Pete (we call him the Fuhrer behind his back) woke everyone up early as punishment for someone being late yesterday, bastard! (love ya Pete!) Little did we know the temperature was gonna be mega hot today, Luke got a good pitch for the merch. tent and we got all the guitars/gear etc. sorted and stored back stage, after yesterdays fiasco we were determined to be on our game today. Dunno what the temperture was but I think the only time I have known anything like it was on the Gazza strip.
Rehydration is really important and we were having to drink continuously, unfortunately we only had alcohol so as the day wore on we started to get pissed.
Hoggy got bit on the ankle by a bloody brown recluse spider which ran and hid under the seats in the RV and we can’t find it. His foot swelled up till he could hardly walk. The medics came and took him away in a wheel chair. We all stood outside the RV and clapped as they pushed him away. We were happy to see hog go as it meant more beer for us!
The band were headlining so we were last on at 18:45. At gigs lately we haven’t been happy with the sound on stage but tonight we had Pete’s Bognor guitar rig back and Scruff was nice and loud, also the monitor setup had been stored at the previous gig so it was good from the start.
It sounded great and the band went for it in their usual full on attack, it was so frikkin hot on stage it was indescribable; I looked out into a sea of sweaty cleavage.
We were worried about the crowd in the heat and a thoughtful Shahen threw a water out, unfortunately it was in a can and nearly took some ones bloody head off!
People had been passing out all day with heat stroke. Hoggy was in his element in the medical tent as he was surrounded by unconscious heat stroked girls. He loved it, sick bugger!
After the show the band did an autograph session, which lasted ages, meanwhile we bastards were breaking down the stage and getting the trailer packed. This was quite a task as the trailer park was some distance from the stage, we had to do several trips with the trolleys in blazing heat, it was a killer.
It was a great show today, crowd were great, band were on it and so were the Bastards, we left the veue with everyone on a high.
Finally we pulled out onto the freeway and headed toward San Diego, the bus had to to stop to drop Scruff, Pete and me off at the hotel as we were flying down in the morning.
There was a choice wether to fly or take the bus over night, only three of us had opted for flying. So we checked back into the hotel and the tour bus departed. We were hot and sweaty and spotted a pool out the back, it was 22:00 and I asked if the pool was still open, unfortunately it had closed for the night. I surveyed the pool area, it was well fenced with gates that could be opened by your room key but only till 21:00.
We went up to the room and ordered a pizza to be delivered. We had no swimming gear and anyway our underwear was in need of a rinse so we headed out wearing just pants and carrying towels and beers, hoping not to meet anyone on the way.
In no time we had breached the pools defences and I jumped straight into the deep end, the cool water washed over my body, it was fantastic after the heat we had endured that day. We all swam for a while (well Scruff didn't he sank!) and then we lay back in the Jaccuzi, our thoughts turned to the rest of the guys, cooped up with Hoggy's feet for the 11 hour run down to San Diego, We toasted them and settled back into the water.
It was then I remembered the Pizza, shit! I jumped out of the water and climbed out of the pool area and spotted the Pizza delivery guy walking around in reception, I went to the edge of the reception area and stood in my y front's dripping water everywhere peering around cautiously for any sign of staff, it looked all clear so I called softly to him, "over here mate"! I was now stood in the huge puddle of water, in my y fronts, he advanced toward me looking a little nervous, I gave him the dollars and took the pizza and pushed the door open to go back outside only to walk straight into the bloody hotel receptionist, she did a double take and looked me up and down, I am sure she thought I was wetting myself, "hello" I said cheerily, She stared at me strangley and then said dryly "good night sir" and walked off. Phew!
I rejoined the others at the pool and we tucked into our pizza n lager supper before more swimming during which we discovered it's definately dangerous to make a diving board from a sun lounger, and also that the sun loungers don't float and therefore are unsuitable for in pool use, Nowhere on the beds was any safety warning explaining either of these facts. Disgraceful!
We hit the sack at 01:30 and I slept like a baby.
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