We woke up in Buckley.
Billy was first up and got his teeth clean ready for a day of beer and football.
Ross got up and had managed to clean most of the pen of his face the night before.
He didn't seem too happy.
We left the compound and went in search of a friendly pub that was showing the football.
Adam and Mike decided to get some grease in paper and push it into their faces on the street.
Greyham found his favourite film in a DVD shop that also sold things people had left on the side of roads or in skips.
Billy and Ross chose to buy some "food" from a high street cafe.
And Maggot and Eggsy got breakfast.
Here, at a place for the dying. It was like a waiting room for the graveyard.
Eggsy wasn't overly impressed with his delicious meal or the rust floating in the tea.
The other boys were very happy with beer and football.
And even a game of pool or two. The table was very fast.
Then we did a quick sound check.
And before you could say "it's twelve o'clock", it was twelve o'clock.
So we went on and did a show.
Maggot did some shout outs.
And we all had fun.
After the gig we met some of the crowd.
Billy met the girls.
And Adam met the boys.
It was a great gig.
A group called Doors Alive had played here a few weeks before us, they sound pretty good but fake Ray Manzarek was proper fat, not like the real one (I saw it on youtube).
After the gig the guy who runs the place took me up to the top floor to show me the ghosts. Apparently over 400 people had died in the building over the last 100 years. He seemed convinced there were ghosts, I wasn't, but he told a good story. He said we could stay in the building alone until 7am. I decided it was better to go and get drunk.
Next stop, Ashton Under Lyne.