Day 3 of the tour. So far we have learnt that ‘coolay de poulet’ means ‘fuck a chicken’ in French. This is not a fact.
Stereo in York was good, but apparently the venue got closed down yesterday. The band who was playing went out to get some food, and when they came back the bailiffs were luggin out their gear. Gutted boys… Thank fuck we were playing a day earlier.
Last night was the arches in Glasgow. A banging venue… I suggest every touring band plays there. They looked after us proper as well, but unfortunately, no buck fast. We will include it on our rider one day.
Now, we are sat in a beer garden in Sunderland consuming pre-show sherbets and munching on piri piri sandwiches. I’m in love with the Geordie accent. I’m off to find my future wife… Or at least a one night stand. Chow for now
Woody DG



