It could so easily have have gone tits up…but it didn’t!
It ain’t easy you know, assembling the troops, unloading the artillery and then rockin’ the Casbah! But you know what, when you see those people up and dancing song after song, it makes it all worth while!
What do you do when it all packs up? When the heat sets off the ghosts in your machines and your P.A. decides it’s too hot to perform and keeps cutting out…30 mins before you’re due to play!? Well, Paul ‘The Love God’ Dyson employs the full expertise of his electrical engineering degree, the Skipper hits it with a hammer then breaks out the bubble, and the rest of us swear blasphemous prayers under our breath! And somehow we cobble together a solution, spitting in the face of adversity and are up and running for 9pm, performing for a very warm crowd!
Karen…Smith turns round at 8.55pm and says, “You want the good news or the bad news!?” Bad news: the heatings buggered and they can’t turn it off! Great it’s already like a furnace! Good news: I bought some fans! Lifesaver!
So everyones outside, understandably, it’s 30 degrees in the main bar. We start playing and they slowly filter in, applause building with each song and then, against all logical human impulse of self-preservation, the dancing begins and the party is well and truly underway!
The new ones we throw in go down well with the bartender…and the thief. The rifles blast from Eton, The Clash reform (the Shareef don’t like it!) and the sun sets over Waterloo. So two and half hours later, battered and knackered like a Friday night cod and chips, we blast through the finale and by the end, the dancefloor is as wet as an otters pocket!
Great pub, thanks to all the staff for making us feel welcome. We look forward to a triumphant return, just get that heating fixed!
– Jump The Gun