h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Since my last fevered rantings, I have taken decisive action and left the band. WOOHOO! I feel so much better, it turned out nearly everyone else was feeling much the same way, so we all quit at the same time. After another nightmare gig at the weekend, which was supposed to be huge, and was in fact tiny and crap.
Have started another band already with the bass player from the last one, we've just found a drummer and we're gonna go out and play evil loud rock music again, like it should be.
Also gonna do a money spinner with the old vocalist playing lounge music in a cheesey duo, should bring in the cash.
For those of you interested in my ever growing romance, she met my parents this weekend. All went well, they like her, things are good.
However, the tale of this weekend is not good, here are the highlights:
1) Not being able to find the field the gig was meant to be in for hours.
2) Realising that the field with nobody in and a rather small tent was the right one.
3) Playing with a bunch of muppets for 2 hours and wanting to kill them all as I had to do all the work once again.
4) Watching my breath condense in front of my face in August.
5) Sleeping in a tent on the bumpiest ground you ever did feel having kicked a can of Stella over in it earlier.
6) Waking up in said tent to see that the rain has decided to never stop ever.
7) Spending 3 hours wishing we could just leave while waiting for people in tent blocking car's exit to get up and go.
8) Car breaking down a good 25 miles from home. (luckily an AA man came past about 2 minutes after this happened, how fortuitous!)
9) Having to rush to get car back to girlfriends, then get back to mine on a bus, and sort out a way of getting her back again later for when the kids got back from their dads.
10) Only getting to sit down and relax for about 10 minutes all day sunday after practically no sleep and a b*tch of a hangover.

So you can see, it's been fun!

Well done on managing to survive

I'm more surprised everybody else survived!

*grin*

All in all I think you handled it very well!

(and a nice belly-rub for Rambo)

Sounds like one hell of a week end

Good luck with the new projects, especially the cheesy duo..you could make a fortune!

Oh yeah, you know it lurcher! I fully intend to be able to jack in my job in a fwe months time and go Professional again.
Thanks for the support people. s and s all round.

*brings in a box of still warm from the bakery, some fresh and * Here PS - this will make your day better!

YUMMY!!!!

Oooh! Posh Food! I feel thoroughly outclassed sitting here scoffing bourbon biscuits dunked in coffee....

Could be worse - you could be eating doggy biscuits dunked in coffee! ( as Rambo frowns at PS and walks over to guard his doggy biscuits)

La, la, laaaaa.... It's Poets! YAY!!!

Sodit, it's sodit, and I'm considering the doggy biscuits, no cash, no food, oh knackers

Well here...

maybe you can lick the screen?

Mmmm... Mr Sheen....

You know, I worry about some people sometimes; but not half as much as I worry about the inhabitants of hootoo land. It takes maternal worry syndrome to a whole new level

One of my friends once complained they had no so I posted him some. Maybe we should have a 'junkfood for the skwerl' campaign? *ponders*

oh my...... we could provide him with some food that actually has *some* nutritional value too.....

Perhaps some as well, but that may well go against his tummy's personal religion

Now that I think about it, those foods might too...

Hmmm,w e may have to ponder strapping the poor lad to a trolley and forcing some good home cooked food down his throat. We could try it with a traditional Dontbry lunch just to see how he reacts... You know, a bit of roast beef, a few potatoes, a yorkshire pud, carrots and gravy. See what the damage is then continue? *ponders*

I don't know - real food may be too much of a shock to his system...