Once again, someone in the band has escaped to go on holiday. I am filling the downtime with a couple of gigs with Bad Habits and some part time brain surgery on a couple of pub landlords we have had problems with. If it goes wrong, it doesn't matter.
Oh yes, we have had the same old fun with a couple of landlords recently - you guessed it - total bozos who have lied to us through teeth that need kicking in.
We turned up to confirm a gig a couple of weeks back, after hearing that a band had been turned away at a venue. They said that we were on, no problem and took some posters to advertise the gig.
We - and several of our following - turned up on the night to find the place closed down.
Fortunately, we played at the venue across the road, where the landlord has been trying to get us on for a while. We put a poster with a note to say 'cross the road to the other pub' on the door of the other venue and everyone crossed the road and filled the other pub up. Not a shithole either.
Another place rang up cancelled us with a days notice. Fortunately, we had told the woman who rang us to cancel that we weren't available to do the gig a couple of months earlier. If she hadn't been totally pissed out of her brain, it would have registered with her in some small way. that place is a shithole, too. Fuckwits.
Rant, rant.
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