Greg and I turned this show into a little prolonged trip to London becasue my brother and his sister live there so we got some quality sibling-time in. What normally seems like forever to get to London was in-fact fine - the drive down went really quick and a shit load of Fucked Up and Wild Beasts made the journey almost enjoyable! We chilled round Gregs sisters and went to the Mark Rothko exhibition at thw Tate Modern and ate an actual chilli-dog in some American diner which was awesome. Next day was filled with more hanging out and beers with old friends before we played The Metro on Saturday night.
The show was fun, made more fun by our friends coming along on a rainy saturday night to see us, it was a horrible night outside on busy Oxford Street. The crowd was good, lots of new faces, plus Ed (bad sneakers) and Ben (our lawyers) came down and it was a really friendly vibe.
We decided to completely un-consider we had to drive back to Sheffield for a show the next afternoon and went to a party and did all manner of wrong things until 8 am...
We must have had about two hours sleep before saying goodbye to our friends and injecting our eyeballs with bright blue energy drinks. We got to Sheffield with the aid of:
1. Windows wide open.
2. Earth records of full blast.
3. Popcorn Chicken.
4. Talking for the sake of talking (really loudly).
5. Regular changing of the voice on the TomTom (there was even an Australian one!).
Finally we got to Sheffield...
hx
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