Tour Diary pt1

ABERDEEN
So we hit the road for a few shows with our new crew Tim and Sophie. Tim is driving the whole tour we have to be especially nice to him.
Saying that the first show is in Aberdeen so that's not so nice. A good 7 hour drive from Leeds but we make it in good time and good spirits.
We're excited to see our friend Phil again who is putting on the show tonight. Beautiful guy.

The show is kind of quiet but it beds us in I guess, we play pretty good considering we have had 2 hours practice as a full band. Then it is time to get drunk and ruin ourselves on the first night. This always happens on Glissando tours. I don't know why. We sit up late with Aberdeen folk after everyone help carry all our gear from the venue to Phil's flat through Aberdeen on a Saturday night.

PERTH
Hangover time. How predictable. At least we get to sleep in for a good while before eating some good pub food and watching Aberdeen lose to Dundee Utd on TV. Phil is sad.

There are a lot of places in Scotland with the word Cock in them. Cockburnspath for instance. I could go on but you get the idea. My Mum bought my a bookmark to take on tour with an Owl on it. This is now Owlnav and points us where we need to go. Sophie named him Cockmouth. Sorry Mum. Owl's and becoming a focal point of the tour so far. Ace.

However unsure we were about playing Perth - non of us thought this would happen.
We meet the lovely French Quarter gentlemen who have arranged the show tonight. Set-up, soundcheck, drink, eat. All is fine.
Some dude downstairs in the bar gets a little rowdy and throws a steel bin through the window. All is not fine. The show is off, the police are here, everyone is pissed off.

We drink some more and decide to play to ourselves which is kind of fun and a good practice.

Everyone is happy again and we set off to Edinburgh and to our hostel.

This journey is one of my favorite ever. Sophie has now learn how to swear like i do which is cool. Tim is a little poor on using the horn on the car so this is now my job. We pass Quality Street which is quite possibly the funniest thing ever and that required a beep on the horn. Que hysterics from all and Tim crying so much we nearly crash and die because he can't see for tears. I'm nearly sick out the window and face hurts bad.

OWLNAV has gone. What the fuck. The tour is over. Fuck this.
Sophie has become mischievous in her first few days with us, I think maybe her and Elly being squeezed in the back of a car together for so long is driving them mad.
Owlnav is back, but he's confused and miss about 4 turnings we should make. This is Sophie's fault.

Edinburgh is a fucking joke, the road system is insane and we drive for ages trying to find our hostel before lugging all the gear up 7 flights of stairs at 2 in the morning. Balls.