Right - so Greg calls me up about two weeks ago and says we're playing his hometown, Burnley, for charity do. In Burnley.
I'm apprehensive to say the least, but it can't be worse that Bradford the night before so fuck it.
We arrive at Gregs mum and dads house and she makes us delicious fish pie and apple crumble, good start to the day.
Then we go to the venue (a cross between the pub at the beginning of American Werewolf... and The Rovers Return) and the rest of the night is, well... FUCKING AWESOME.
Appparantly all the BNP nonces and racisct thugs astay away from this oasis of tranquility. Everyone is so nice, free beer and drugs all over the place, Gregs mates are brilliant, everyone is having a greattime, it's for charity, we play really well (and LOUD) and it's the best night ever. Random.
If you find yourself in Burnley, scared and alone - go to the Bridge Beer House - easily one of the best pubs in the country full of brilliant folk.
Just shows you can play a shit gig in 'big deal' London and play your best in a little pub in Lancashire - the main ingredient is :
1. a good promoter
2. decent, good natured people
Top 5 best times we've had as a band, easily.
hx
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