We Woke up in a Travelodge in Newcastle and were facing a short drive to Swansea.
I always feel like the people of Newcastle and Swansea have a similar view to partying so I knew it was going to be a good night.
We were opposite a combination Little chef and Burger King, which was well safe.
Some of the boys got in early for their Olympic breakfasts, Eggsy simple had porridge.
Graham, being Graham, went to the petrol station and got burger for 5 quid.
Then Just as we were about to leave maggot and Mike decided to get some take out, after all it was only a short drive and there was no rush.
On the was we decided to take a detour and stopped off at Sheffield's world famous Meadowhall. The food court is awesome but we forgot it was Saturday, they have a speaker address telling people not to hog the seats, it's nuts busy.
By the time we got back on the road the party boys were blasted and needed 40 winks.
Eggys got into what he describes as "the penthouse suite", it wasn't sweet but there was a tit in it!
We realised that we were missing the services so we made a quick stop just top get out mojo back.
Graham realised he hadn't had enough white bread today and needed more.
By the time we finally got to Swansea it was late and so were we.
Maggot went straight for chips.
And some of us went to the pub to drink out of glasses that weren't made of plastic.
And bumped into 2h@ts and DJ Killer Tomato.
Back at the dressing room Mike had realised that the massive table in the middle of the room was in fact a fully heated snooker table.
After a few frames it was time to go and do a gig.
We had to walk through a pool hall to get to the stage, well we didn't have to but we thought it would enhance the show.
The place was packed and mega hot. It was proper crazy and some woman had thrown up on stage just where Maggot is standing.
After the gig it was Mike's turn as he did a little sick.
Then we went back to the dressing room to get naked and play some snooker.
Swansea is the best.