Its Saturday morning, I’m knackered, haggard and worn thin. I had approximately 17 missed calls from Dave, four unknown bruises on my body varying in both texture and pain and a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach that I have behaved like a complete arse for the past 48 hours.

Today’s gig starts in about an hours time and I would rather twist my intestines into a knot and garrotte a puppy than listen to another shit band in a toilet venue.
 
Last night I have been reliable informed that I spent the first part of the evening insulting most of the water rats crowd (luckily this amounted to 8) when watching Zero Plane who indecently were as interesting as counting bird seed and have as much life as a discarded tissue. The lead singer has the charisma of road kill and creates an atmosphere of staggering indifference. If you ever see them in the street punch them.
 
After that it was onto the Kentish Town Forum to see BRMC who having never been a fan didn’t particularly excited me but Dave seemed excited at the prospect so my spirits are raised. Dave disappears to a church car park what goes on there I don’t know in some ways I want to know but he comes back smiling and we head in. I spent most of the gig nursing a Guiness at the back. They come on to volcanic ash cloud size levels of dry ice and are clad in more leather than a Soho sodamite. The crowd cheer at the songs they know and clap at the ones they don’t. Its rock and roll blues done very well (apparently) I, and I’m not going to sugar coat this, at this point I couldn’t give a shit.      
 
I’m already late for today so that’s your lot for today, I’m still in bed and need to move. I have just spoke Dave and he told me he kissed a girl that sells vegetables. He also told me what he did in that car park. His parents would be so proud.

Posted In Gobshout Gig Challenge, Apr 24 2010. Words - Chris Barrett