Sorry for the no blog Sunday. I was intending to do one but after awaking in Nottingham and then driving home to Wallsend, I was then ushered into a taxi to a local social club where I attended a 2^nd birthday party and then it was evening before I knew it and a drink induced settee sleep was followed by an 8 hour bedroom one and here we are Monday fuckin morning. No wonder we get to pensioner age and wonder why we’ve done so little in life.

Saturday I thought would be a blast but turned out to be a tough one at The Glee club Nottingham. The compere from Australia was personable enough but didn’t want to get involved with a lairy bastard stage right who was up for abuse and ready for a fight. He looked very pissed and Steve Harris bless him went up to him and told him to settle down. The bloke tried to give Steve the evils but I think forgot about it as the gig wore on or maybe he thought better of it when he saw the size of Steve. I was on first and dealt with him only when I needed to. He told me to fuck off at one point and then I noticed wasn’t really interested in the gig while the slightly strange folk he was with were quite happy with the night out they’d chosen. I had a reasonable time for my 20 minutes. The rest of the crowd were okay including a really vivacious bunch of women out on a birthday however the big knacker was dragging it down a bit with his random abuse. No matter though, money for old rope and all that.

I stayed to watch the rest of it and second act Josh Howie had an interesting one. I do like a lot of his stuff very much. Very Jackie Mason, mind you it sometimes takes dark left turns and some of the crowd weren’t into it at all. By this time the heed the ball had been alerted to by the bouncers from downstairs. It didn’t seem to stop him though. Telling Josh to fuck off and dropping a bottle on the floor in his pissed-ness all added to an uneasy second section.

By the third and final part, him and his weird foursome he was in, had either left or been thrown out by security. It was a different gig now and Steve Harris had about the best one of the night. He was very funny as always and had a proper good show. Afterwards we had a drink and the place emptied very quick. Not a vintage night but sometimes I suppose it’s a case of clocking in and doing the job and then clocking out.

This week is a busy one. Uni gigs, dinners, Theatres and clubs and all with a fuck of a lot of driving involved. On Sunday it’s the start of something new with the residency at The Stand Newcastle about to begin. Gavin Webster’s Northumbrian Assembly starts in earnest and will stay at the earnest level for sometime. Let’s hope it’s not Earnest Wise but rather Earnest Taylor the ex Newcastle midfield player who back heeled the ball for Milburn to unleash a scorcher into the Blackpool net for NUFCs second goal in the 1951 cup final.

Right time to go. Don’t let them tell you that Alan Tichmarsh is really good in an ironic way.

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