Graham looked like he was in pain when we finally got him up.
We had a long way to travel and in preparation he had stayed up most of the night.
The hotel was right next to a pub that was sorting out the breakfast.
It was adequate.
After we had waited for the party boys to have their dirty fry up we all got on the bus. Mike put his headphones on, listened to transcendental jazz folk reggae, went a bit yellow, and went back to sleep.
Graham was also looking a little worse for wear, his eyes were about to fall out.
After about 20 minutes we stopped.
Hopwood Park, it's got it all.
Maggot had a big tea though it wasn't the biggest he had had on the tour. He was also getting stamps for a free big tea which made him very happy.
After another seven hours we got to Gloucester and parked up by the bins.
Not just coz we are GLC but mainly coz the bus wouldn't lock.
Some of the boys went for a walk around the town, it's like a posh Newport.
Billy took us to a local pub and made us talk about rugby to some of the locals.
Then we did sound check and went to another local pub for ale and food.
I properly upset the guy in the background of this picture for using a flash.
Maggot had a massive pie.
And Billy had a dead fish, they even cooked it for him.
Back at the venue they had got the back drop up. We have two back drops like this, a big one and a small one. Someone left the small one in Swansea (not naming names) so we had to make do with the big one. It nearly worked.
In the dressing room the boys were getting up to all sorts of fun.
We were ready to smash it, even Dipper Nan had come down.
The gig was good.
It looked quite good too apparently.
After, Eggsy went to meet some people.
And Adam joined in the fun.
I even got involved.
It was a great night!
Two of the fans had been so excited that they had a civil partnership that day in honor of the gig, they were very happy.
Gloucestershire was well safe, we hope to come again.