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.