WE PLAYED WAKEFIELD

Night six!

No, not Whigfield, Wakefield. It's near Leeds, apparently. Yeah, i know! We've heard that Wakefield audiences are both odd and rowdy. So we're not too surprised to play, after 46 support bands, to an audience that is both odd and rowdy. It's the first show of the tour where i'm not told to turn my humungous amp down on stage. I go out front during the show and can't hear it. There's a small group of Barnsley football fans shouting "Rab C Nesbitt" at us. One of them tinkles John's nether-regions while he's up on a chair. I break up a pair of twins texting each other during 'Greater Than'. It's all a bit odd. And rowdy. Apparently we go down quite well though (it really was quite hard to tell), so it's all good. Some guy buys 3 t-shirts. Amazing. Paul turns 23 or something, we gather up our bottles of Sailor Jerry and some candy floss, drive off to the Travelodge and drink ourselves silly. Starting to feel weird and zombified...