Maxwells. A lot of bands play here (apparently). The stafe is tiny, come to think of it the venue's pretty small too! I meet Sheila, we talk, she hands Plume number 5 to us. Everyone in the band enjoys reading Plume, so it's cool to have the opportunity to write this. The lads play a lot of footie nearlytaking the lights out in the process. Le Bradford support us again and kindly lend Nicky their bass amp. The gig is really hot. We sold it out, HA HA!!! The only access to the stage is through the audience. The dressing room is down some staurs below the restaurant next door in what can only be described as a sweatbox. Visions of the stafe being a sauna come to mind, but surprisingly it's quite cool up there. Gig goes well, we decided against doing an encore due to have to fight thru the audience again. Bloody lazy aren't WE??!!!
After the gig things get quite eventful. Talk to a lot of nice people. I meet a female who noticed my Take That necklace (yeah, yeah come on call me a saddo I don't give a shit). She then shows me a lot of photos of them. She works at tower records and they did an instore there. She writes to Robbie. She gives me photos of Robbie. I'M IN HEAVEN!!!!
She also spots the Ren & Stimpy stickets on my guitar, and she says she has a spare Stimpy doll that talks which she'll bring to New York tomorrow. Some people some damn generous!
On leaving the venue at some unearthly hour, being totally pissed out of my head (that's drunk to you americans!), I find I've lost my glasses. Panic ensues, me & Simon go back in the venue to hunt for them while the van drives round the block. We can't find them, so we go back defeated to the van and lo and behold in the middle of the road are my glasses. Relief. Exciting stuff this touring lark innit? We drive back to Sheri's an crash...