Our trip to Glasgow began with an all-day drive with the prospect of another all-day drive the next day to Cranleigh in Surrey. Yes, we’re idiots.Showing an uncharacteristic amount of foresight we all pitched in to provide packed lunches for the journey. Yes, we were still eating sandwiches; but at least they weren’t £4 each. We were eating sandwiches on our own terms.
The SatNav played an early stinker by leading us straight through the centre of Westminster. Undoubtedly the straightest route but by no means the fastest. You could say that, having lived in London for years, the stinker was in fact ours but, such is the tremendous power of the SatNav, we have now become entirely trusting of and dependent on it. Yes, we’re idiots.
Brendan attempted to Twitter the journey but, as we pretty much drove for 7 straight hours, there was little to say that wasn’t “In a car” or “Eating a banana”. That said, it was still more interesting than 98% of the tweets we read that day.
The gig itself was in the Tron which, from experience of the Edinburgh Tron, we expected to be an It’s A Scream pub but actually turned out to be a beautiful converted church. The gig itself was notable firstly for the presence of both Ben’s cousins and the lovely girls who made these t-shirts for Edinburgh last year*, and secondly for the fact that Brendan, goaded on by Tom, tried to kick him up the arse and managed to make contact with both of Tom’s balls instead. The Blue Whale was bluer than usual.
*Who, as we’d forgotten our camera, took the pictures of us outside the gig. Check out the one at the top of this post: Matthew, due to his height and hair, blends almost imperceptibly into the group of girls. Haha!
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