In a previous life I lived in Portsmouth and spent most weekends (and indeed most school nights) at my local hostelry known as The Fawcett Inn - kind of an amusing name for at least 10 seconds. 5 years that shithole was my local with many a night spent talking rubbish, playing pool, attempting to avoid fights, avoiding lecherous old women and drinking copious amounts of ale. Before finally giving in to lecherous old women.
Fast Forward 10 years and Sid has managed to blag us a gig there which I found a little odd since in all the time I frequented the establishment there never was a live act of any description in the place.
Knuckles and I arrive and, after unloading, I drive off in search of a parking space. Parking in Portsmouth is a nightmare. After 2 near misses from rogue drivers, I finally find a parking space somewhere near Bognor Regis and walk back in the drizzle. Sid, Kat and Mark arrive not long after. They have parked right outside the venue. I'm not impressed by that.
'Our Lost Infantry' have all arrived. They are the headline act tonight which is cool 'cos we really like them. I should hate them really - talented young whippersnappers that they are - but they make ace music and are nice people as well. The gits.
The soundman is a nice guy who seems to know what he's doing. That’s 2 gigs running - that must be some kind of record.
Kat needs a sit down for some reason or another (she did say why but it went in one ear and out the other) so we find a table to sit and drink our pop and eat our crisps. There's a comedy chair there which the back has broken off and been re-attached in a manner that guarantees that whoever sits on it will fall on their arse. Sid sees through our ruse and sits down elsewhere. Dammit.
I have a couple of friends that have pitched up to support us. Probably just as well since it doesn't look like anyone is going to show up. Bit of a shame that - it’s actually a good venue and would be a great gig with a few more people in.
We play our 45 minute set. 45 minutes! That's everything we know. During the set Kat comments that the UV lights are showing something up on my arse. Nobody else can see this but it just goes to prove that Kat is always checking out my rear end.
Also during the set Wayne and Waynetta Slob appear in front of the stage and proceed to have a right Barny. It all gets a bit punchy and a bit surreal. It's like I've never been away. They wander off trading insults blissfully unaware of the band's existence.
My 2 friends are surprised that we're actually quite good - they make some kind remarks about us. We must have been bloody good for that to happen since they usually rip me to shreds for this kind of stuff.
'Our Lost Infantry' take to the stage and play a blinding set that includes a 'Cure' / 'Arcade Fire' cover. Highlight for me is the 'Stop starting fires' tune.
Then we say our goodbyes and head off on our journey home - its been a strange night.
Ben.
PS. I get home and find there is some weird stain on my arse. There must have been 2 comedy chairs there - One collapsable one and another that puts weird patterns on your arse.
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