COCKROCK 22nd July 2011

We got on the bus at 11pm to travel to Cokermouth.
Big G was coming with us and Adam had kidnapped Pete who is the landlord of our local pub Baileys.

Adam had brought 2 bottles of home made wine although he had no idea who's home they had been made at or what they were made from.
They made everything go funny though.

We woke up on a farm.

I got the other boys up cause we only had half an hour.

Until they stopped serving breakfast in the farm shop and closed the access to their relatively clean toilets.
A bargain for £4:99 including tea, toast and all the toilet paper you could use.

Round the back they had a load of semi retired farm type animals.

And Adam made short time of making friends, he literally had them eating out of his hands.

Then we went to see what it was all about.

We bumped into a band called "Me And My Sister", they seemed like nice girls.

We found some dressing rooms.

And Mike had missed out on breakfast and headed straight for the burger van.

Adam had some mid morning refreshments.

And Maggot tried his luck at pulling the sword from the stone with little success.

We found the chill out area which had a nice smell of piss about it.

So we went to our dressing room which was a container that had been painted white inside.

Outside Mike made a new friend.

And then some of the boys went to try the food. And then we heard the news.

And it swept the festival site via twitter.

We went back to the tour bus and Greyham realised he had burnt most of the skin off his face.
It had been a sunny day.

Then Adam and Greyham decided to try some really really hot hot sauce.

They are stupid.

It was like 200 million times hotter than hot. I like hot stuff but I didn't try it, that should tell you how hot it was.

Greyham was sick 9 times and thought he was going to die for about 30 minutes.

After Greyham had stopped being sick and hiccuping we went back to the dressing room and got ready to go and rock CockRock.

Maggot got into the groove.

And then it was time.

The place was raving hard.

And we did a human pyramid too.

After 2hats was smashed.

And Greyham was like pure sex personified.

An amazing day out on the farm.

Builth Wells, Young Farmers Village, Royal Welsh Show 24th July

We were driven up to Builth Wells and got there well before we had to play.
Eggsy had seen a van selling Pizza and ran off as soon as we pulled up.
I went to Llandrindod Wells for a curry with the missus as we were there so early.

We were playing the Young Farmers Village of the Royal Welsh Show.
Essentially its Ibiza for farmers.
Bethan Elfyn from off the radio was there, she is well safe and had tried to blend in by dressing up like a farmer.

Everyone's favourite Mountain Ash resident Dave "Double D" Driscoll was there and he brought the vodka and stared the party.

It was time, we picked up our party bucket and went up the ramp to DJ.

It was nuts over 3000 young farmers all looking to drink and compare tractors.

Some one let about 30 farmeretts onto the stage and they were going mental.
I think they must have been at the plant fertilizer.

I was kind of scared but we rocked the stage.
DJ Spoony was on after us and I think they ripped his clothes off and offered him to their Sheep God.

It was wicked.

RHYS AND EGGSY DJ ON ISLE OF WIGHT

I had just spent a week in West Wales learning Welsh. Big G and Eggsy had come and picked me up cause we were going to the Isle of Wight to DJ at a massive event at a football ground.
We got in Big G's red bullet and drove at a steady 70 to Portsmouth.

We parked up and walked to the hover craft for the crossing to IOW.

We got picked up on the other side by a nice lady in a BMW who took us to a hotel that had a bar area with three men with five brown teeth between them.
We eventually gained access to the rooms we were going to put our tired heads to sleep in after Britain's biggest live show at a football ground, south of the M25.

To be honest the hotel looked like it had been built by Fred West.

After a short time in a local bar meeting people who seemed to think black eyes and neck tattoos were all the go (seriously, they were nice lads), we headed to the football ground and were taken into a room with some tables and chairs and a window.

A steady flow of people were led into the room a few at a time to meet us. the dude in this picture only has one ball, I wish I could remember what he called it but sadly I can't.

This nice lady came to interview us and I told her a mixture of tall stories and hard facts.

Some girls were being paid to advertise a product by getting shit faced and getting their bits out.

And the circus was in town too.

The gig was pumping and it looked almost the same as Wembley in 1986 just before Queen took to the stage.

Eggsy and Big G decided to have some refreshments before we took to the stage as nerves were taking hold.

Then we were taken to the stage to do the gig.

And the crowd were in a frenzy!
But just as we were about to go on another local band took to the stage.

We went back to the room with the windows and met up with the nicest man in show biz Chesney Hawks who had just played.

Then we had some chips.

The night dragged on.

The Fun Loving Criminals who weren't having much fun and weren't loving the organisation almost bolted cause they had to get an 11:30 ferry back to the main land but the show must go on and so did they.
After FLC had finished and their family bucket of KFC had arrived (true fact), the stage was cleared ready for us to do our bit.

There was only 35 minutes of the night left and we rocked it hard.
After we finished the crowd were kettled and some woman dressed as a prostitute from Victorian London came on and did something with fire and some metal poles.

We didn't stick around for that.

We went back the Fred West memorial hotel.

I had been a bit scared by the state of the place so in the 5 hour wait during the time they moved our DJ set around I had gone to Sainsburys and bought a sleeping bag for 13 quid.
A small price to pay to prevent a nasty rash.

The next day we got up and decided to get a bus to Ryde.

We got there and found a nice shop that sold IOW hats and replica guns.

It rained most of the way home.

Another classy night out with the GLC!