A wet night in Amsterdam
El-Joe came over around six, we had a few bevvies and headed off to the Melkweg.
Gave the support act a miss, talked to all the Swedes you usually only run into at gigs and clean parties. The usual chit chat, "Been home lately?" "Did you see any football games?" "Does Ebbot have a new caftan?" etc.
The gig was good, as expected. By the end I was a bit off my tits & everyone went to the Weber where the substance abuse continued. Oh yeh, I got a phone number from TW, she's a pistol.
Gave the support act a miss, talked to all the Swedes you usually only run into at gigs and clean parties. The usual chit chat, "Been home lately?" "Did you see any football games?" "Does Ebbot have a new caftan?" etc.
The gig was good, as expected. By the end I was a bit off my tits & everyone went to the Weber where the substance abuse continued. Oh yeh, I got a phone number from TW, she's a pistol.