The Witchwood, Ashton Under Lyne 13th November

 We woke up in Ashton Under Lyne. It was a Sunday, I wanted a roast so me and Lozza went to JD Wetherspoon.

 After our feast we bumped into the others who had gotten up and decided to forage for scran.

 We walked through a traditional market selling all types of crap like army clothes and fake guns, DVDs and broken electrical equipment. They also sold what they claimed to be old QVC stock. Eggsy use to run QVC in the late 90s.

 By now Ross' face was starting to fall off. The only way to put it back on was with booze and food.

The boys didn't fancy the posh roast at the JD Wetherspoon, so they went for the pub next door which had a slightly different class of violence in the air.

 Some of the boys spent 20 minutes trying to read the menu. 

Billy knew exactly what he was going to get.

 Mexican slop in a bowl.

 Adam did well with his choice of ham, eggs and chips with a side of coffee and garlic bread.

 Greyham went for a rich creamy sauce over pasta, it looked sick.

 It was like something out of the film Goodfellas but with less helicopters and a crap soundtrack.

 On the way back (Greyham was in a race to get to the toilet), we bumped into the Maggot.

 Maggot was hungry, he started with Greggs the bakers and a sausage roll.

 Which he enjoyed in Marks and Spencer.

 Then he went on the the main course.

 A taste "death in a box" burger.

 And rounded it all off with a delicious pint for desert followed by more pints and then a few more pints.

 We were back at The Witchwood, which is a great pub.

Greyham put 14 quid into the jukebox.

 Billy had a few games of pool.

 These young boys came to talk to us about stuff, I think they wished they hadn't.

 Then it was time to get into the dressing room and get ready to play the gig.

 The Witchwood is a great venue.

 And we had some guests on stage.

 After, I hung out with some of the crowd.

 Then went back to the bus for a bit. Mike had cut his finger.

 Then some of the boys went back in to The Witchwood to party. Adam ended up trying to push his phone into his head at the end of the night, he had a good time.

Then the party was over and it was back Port side.

Big up to The Witchwood.

The Tivoli Venue, Buckley 12th November

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.

The Forum, Hatfield Uni 11th November

 And we were back on the road. 

We were off doing a trio of dates, the last of the year, starting out at Hatfield Uni.

 We had only been on the bus for 15 minutes and Greyham's eyes looked like this.

We arrived at Hatfield and went straight to the dressing room to check out the crisps and chocolate.

 Then we put Adam in a fridge.

 And went to get some grub at the Uni pub.

 We were promised high class gourmet food, but what we actually got was frozen food you give to people you hate or want to kill. Eggsy was promised an "ultimate burger", what he actually got (for 8 quid) was something you feed to animals you get for Christmas but never wanted and can't afford to feed properly.

He felt a bit ripped off.

 Luckily friend of the GLC Milly, had brought us a massive bag of biscuits.

RESULT!

 Maggot turned up too, which was nice.

 Greyham decided it was time to get back on it and get drunk for the second time in one day.

 The club night we were playing was called Flirt and some people came to tell us about it with a big sign.

 Then it was time to get ready for the show.

 It was massive.

 And there was plenty of sweat.

 John Lozza was doing the merch and hanging out and making friends with Milly.

 After a few drinks in the club we got back on the bus and found Ross asleep.

We got on the move and started the drive to the next venue.

 We stopped off at the services on the way to the next gig and tried to buy some condoms to put on Ross' head, unfortunately we bought flavoured lube by mistake. The cherry flavour was the best.

 Ross was still out of it.

 So we got on it a bit more.

 And so did Ross when he woke up.

Next stop Buckley.