These events may be distorted due to the amount of alcohol I have consumed and birds that have smiled at me.
Wednesday 1st December. 4.05p.m
Receive several texts and phone calls as to where the fuck I am. I'm four miles away it's five past four and the coach leaves at half past. The Bentley is in for a service and the bus is my only means of transport. Oh fuck thinks I...ain't no way I'm gonna make it.
4.20 p.m. Incredibly I've made it and barge my way past the old dears but not past the totty in the tight jeans. Lancaster bus station has never looked so good.
4.25 p.m. Good old Flashy is waiting outside the nearest boozer with Greg 'The Truth' Lambert awaiting their favourite knight of the real.
4.30 pm On coach when eight ragamuffins climb aboard with ties akimbo to which 'The Truth' cries that 'The Busted' tour was last week.
4.30 pm - 7.00 pm (ish) After travelling thither and hither over Lancashire we arrive at the MEN arena in Mancester. Spend half a fucking hour in McDonalds trying to get served by an immigrant (probably illegal) in which he gets everything wrong. After stuffing our faces we enter said arena only to be greeted by numerous bars and bars.
7.30 - 8.45 p.m. Indulge in a few snifters and even more toilet stops (paticularly The Truth) as Ash play their part to which we couldn't care less.
8.45 p.m 'Hammer to Fall' is played on the giant video screens and has never sounded better. The crowd goes wild...
to be continued when I can be arsed.
Nancy Astor : "If I were your wife I would put poison in your coffee".
Winston Churchill : "And if I were your husband I would drink it".