All is not well in the riot camp at this point. Martin has swollen glands, Freddie was hungover and moaning about his bad news but i on the other hand was enjoying the sunshine. The night before was a bit of a strange gig. Knocked out mexicans, power failure and cruizing aroung for a toilet with a lock. Anyway today we are being treated to a little bit of 'Home'.
'Home' as we've been told is an english themed-pub called the George and Dragon. this is only a few miles away from Casablanca's so we are in no real rush to leave. We treat Ol' Suzzana to a bit of a clean out and go and get some coffee.
We arrive at the the george around lunchtime. And you guessed it... except for the odd union jack or st.georges cross its not very english. Luckily when we walk in the are showing football. Its the first time in 2 weeks we've seen it and luckily liverpool were on.
Me and Scott decide to play some pool and darts while waiting for our english breakfast. as good as it was i feel that breakfast is not english unless it has bacon, blackpudding and fried bread. Unfortunately we didn't have the first 2 and the last turned up after we'd finished. The breakfast itself cause a few mixed reactions with the TM and R:N camp. While a few of us 'Brits' thought it was passable our american friends were not impressed at the amount of grease used to cook but were impressed to learn a little bit of history surrounding english food, Once again Dan was on hand to provide this information.
The afternoon is pretty slow to be honest. a few pints, a kick around in the car park and still very little sign of Martin and Freddie. The highlight of the afternoon was Keith the promoter taking me to guitar shops in his mustang... Thats my dream complete.
Whenshowtime comes around we find out that martin pretty much cant sing (no it hasn't taken us this long to realise he's bad, he was still ill) So its decided me and freddie will take most of the vocals and martin wil do what he can.
This turns out to be a success. The Vocals seem to be tight and agressive and no one notices anything was wrong. Quickly after martin goes back to the bus and me and scott begin drinking. This is obviously no different to any othe gig but the one different thing is we are surrounded by people kissing our asses. Its awsome. At this point we've been offered free recording time in phoenix, a 'tour' and places to crash when we return. Not bad for a 25 minute set.
We then watch TM, who are on top impressive form tonight. At this point me and scott are pretty wasted and join them for the usual 'star spangled hammer' backing vocals (very badly i must add).
After their set we have about 30 mins to cram in some shots, so i order some kamikaze's and away we go.
I forgot to mention we'd been talking to a model and a photographer called kelli and penelope. Some how i end up enagaged to kelli (not really) and covered in her lipstick, Leaving me looking like the joker.
All in all a top night... next stop San Diego!!!
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