Sheffield Corperation 7th November Sheffield 2013

Another run of dates saw us up bright and early again. DJ Killer Tomato had brought a flask of hot whiskey with him.

After an hour of buffling they all got on the bus.

Eggys who was really feeling the out door spirit thought he would bring a tent and a sleeping bag, he couldn't get the tent up in the van though.

1st stop was the services.

Where Adama had bought his DOPE cap earlier in the tour.

Then they went to another services.

 And one more for good luck.

 Seven hours later they got to Sheffield.

 Maggot went straight for a romantic meal as he had had gastric flu and hadn't eaten for three days, he had lost a quarter of his body weight.

 Back at the venue Eggs had a desk and some bananas.

 And some people came back to give Graham a gold stereo, he was well happy.

 Then, after Maggot's food had gone down and Graham had had nine ciders, it was time to go on.

 Mike did some raps.

 And so did Maggot.

 It was a good gig.

 People liked it, some had traveled miles to see us.

 It was shaping up to be a good night and Mike even pulled.

 They met some men and one had a beard.

 Graham was really happy to be alive.

 Adam sat in the office and put the world to rights over a can of Red Stripe.

 Then they got in the van.

 And went to Sheffield's finest Travelodge.

 And stayed up till the small hours feasting on fine wine and high class foods from around the world!

Good times!

Manchester FAC251 2nd November 2013

Last night had taken it's toll on Eggsy. We were still in Barrow, the hotel was right next to a well known super market that was doing cheap breakfast. I had been there for 20 minutes before Eggsy turned up.

 Killer Tomato was next to arrive and I decided it was time for more coffee, he were both rocking the Team Campri.

 I had now been there about an hour when Adam arrived to have mushrooms, toast and a bowl of beans.

 10 minutes later Graham turned up and went for the vegetarian breakfast. He proper ripped himself off.

 We then went back to the Travelodge to get the others up.

 We were traveling to Manchester so it wasn't that far.

 So I thought we could stop off on the way for a nice pub lunch, unfortunately the bus wouldn't fit over the bridge to get to the pub.

 So we had to walk the last mile to get the grub.

 Maggot got there first, he has long legs.

 Tom got straight in with a glass of red.

 And we all stepped up the indigestion pain from weeks of hard drinking and bad eating to number 11.

 Before we left Graham tried to evacuate himself again, he was having a hard time going.

 On the way back to the bus Graham and Adam got side tracked by nature and made friends with a donkey.

 Eventually they found the bus.

 It was raining really hard in Manchester.

 But we made it just in time.

 For Graham to sit in a box and try to tell the rest of his story.

 After sound check we went to watch some football in a pub. It was like being in a pub in Boston.

 Then we went back to the venue and Mike opened up the brandy just in time to get ready to go on stage.

 Graham had sorted his issue and it was time to go.

 The place was rocking.

 It was like proper raving.

 This girl rushed the stage at one point.

 The guy out of that band was there too.

 We finished all the songs and went to make friends with the crowd.

 There were some hardcore GLC fans there too.

 Graham was happy.

 And Maggot got in trouble with some police women.

 Me and DJ Killer Tomato decided, as we were across the street from a curry house, it was time for a curry.

 The other boys ended up being interrogated by the police women in the basement.

Ha ha ha!

We ended up driving round Manchester looking for a petrol station that wasn't full of drug dealers, being diverted off the M5 and getting home at 6am, good times.