Scotland: Part I
Heading up the motorway in our Shanty van/B&B, nailing a few cans, caining the Xbox and indulging in a few Jamaican woodbines we were stopped by the 'Fun Police'. After a bit of Northern charm and a cheeky little bribe of a Demo, they sent us on our way so we could show Bathgate and Glasgow what we had to offer.
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Bathgate was here.
Equipment loaded, van parked, bar open. The small but cosy venue was ours for the night. After a few acoustic acts and another local band it was our turn to have a go. So we obliged. This was a fun little gig, not too serious but just having a sorted time. Cue the stage invader, who thought she could dance, sadly wrong. She was having a giggle but a quick word with her and people laughing she soon disappeared into the night. Then halfway through 'Lost Control' the funniest moment we've had on stage occurred. A quick glance to the side, and there he was. Adam T was slumped on his back against a PA after misplacing his foot on a light stand. Credit where credit is due, the laddo got on with it and continued to play. But who cares whether he was or not, this was too good not to stare and laugh at. Hustling through the set we came to an end, but the image of PC Tat flat on his back feet sticking out and kicking, was still embedded on our minds.
We know how to have a party!
Free shots off the kind Barman. Demos snatched off us. Lee Parkinson likes this. At least people we’re standing up now and having a bit of banter and Party Parkinson getting his mucky paws on someone else's lass. Husband watching wife or tag team??.......anyway, big group shot of all inside and the kind barman throwing spirits down our necks, we had a little boogie with The Begbies. We decided to have a little mooch to the only club in the village. A nightclub in a Church! Really?....It was true but access denied, so we headed back to the closing Venue. So off to the Van it is then. Followed by a few locals and beer sorted the fireworks came out. A couple of blasts and a shot to the belly was followed by some mad Scot having a piddle and drinking it at the same time. Twice! What the fuck was he on? Time for sleepy times. Huddle. Cuddle. Spoon. It was a little too uncomfy for T’nay Moss who had to do a Ray Mears and have a Cleveland Steamer in a bush. Next to a ‘Pay as you go’ toilet. Get ya Dot Leaves out!
That was Bathgate…………next Glasgow.....
…………………to be continued.
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