Blaah Blaah part 2

December 2, England, 10.20. We should be in Glasgow right now, but we're not. We're somewhere close to Birmingham at "Authrorized Webasto dealer" trying to get the heater fixed. This is the fifth time in a year our bus breaks down. Let's not tell that to anyone. We won't get any buses anymore. My friends from Ireland are coming to see the show and actually are already in Glasgow and I'm sitting here in a garage 400km away. I didn't know it was physically possible but this situation both sucks AND blows.

Last night we played in Wolverhampton. we were supposed to play at Wulfrun Hall but because of bad presale of about 200 tickets. I wouldn't say that it's so bad but we were anyway moved to a smaller stage on the same venue. The club itself was still quite big but the stage itself was just too fucking small. They even cut down our showtimes so that Falchion played only 25 minutes and we had a luxurious 55 minutes, so we had to leave out quite a lot of our normal set. We got a good response anyway. And when the set was over they were demanding more quite loudly but there was nothing we could do. Our closing time was 22.55 and just before last two songs the time was 22.47 so I guess we filled our slot exactly.

The venue itself, Wolverhampton Civic Hall, was one of the best ones. Everything was really smooth and the dressing room even had a jacuzzi. At least some people had used that during our show. I guess it was some Battlelore members. The candy asses! Lierot!

Now there is some talk that we may have to take a train to Glasgow to get there on time. Crap.

At noon. We're moving! Whoopee! No proletarian tube ride for Jarkko!


December 3, Scotland/England, 13.30. The bus is moving again. This time towards Manchester. We also have a guest on the bus. A really small German girl that appeared at the ticket desk in Glasgow asking to get in from the guest list. well, she may have told to someone of us that she's coming but no one remembered that. We got it sorted out and she got in and we also offered her a ride to Manchester since we have an empty bed anyway because the manager aka "Julma sakemanni" is riding on the other bus.

The show in Glasgow was in Cathouse again. We were there also quite exactly a year ago. The place is crap, but again we enjoyed the show very much. I think most of us agreed that this was the best show of the tour. The same thing has happened before as well. Everyone is feeling a bit miserable and down, maybe even sick during the day and thinking things like "it's not going to be good tonight" and then in the evening you find an excellent audience waiting for you and you end up playing the best show of the tour and getting a big boost to go on to a next venue.

Wine club meeting by the way starts right now. I'll write anyway. Just have to make sure not to pour the wine on the computer. I almost did that already with cider.

I'll stop now. I got tired. More wine. Yeah, as if that will cure it.