It's too late to put brakes on your heart
I'm trying really REALLY hard not to let the shittiness of drive ruin the utter awesomeness of my whole trip to Glasgow. It's hard, but I think I'm winning.
Basically, left Glasgow yesterday morning to drive
spazzer_mctwich home. We'd got almost all the way to hers when I hit a heck of a pothole, and realised I'd punctured my front passenger tyre. *sigh* Called The AA, they put on the spare and confirmed I was OK to drive back up home. I drive about 20 miles, I'm on the M11 and I almost lose control of Lotte, pull onto the hard shoulder... and I've blown the REAR passenger tyre as well. *headdesk* Call The AA again, explain that yes I've just had one tyre fixed, I've now blown another and I'm stuck on the side of the motorway. I was good though, warning triangle up, I was in hi-viz jacket and had a torch, and was behind the safety barrier. I rang my mum in utter hysterics, but by the time the breakdown truck came, I was calm and "Yeah, I hit a pothole, one of your colleagues put my spare on my front passenger side, but it looks like I blew the rear passenger side as well" - turns out it was the inside of the rear tyre that was damaged, which was why the first guy didn't see it. Which is fair enough. But anyway, Lotte and I get towed all the way home from Essex to Telford.
She's now just had two new tyres and an axle realignment. £110. But she - and me - are OK.
(I've treated myself to a "Stuck on a glacier with Macgyver" t-shirt to cheer myself up! :D)
HOWEVER
I had a fucking amazing time up in Scotland. Friday daytime, with
whiskyinmind we hit Glasgow Science Centre and I swear we were the biggest kids in the whole place. I love hands-on science places that make it fun. It's great to see actual kids getting excited and learning and wanting more. We didn't get to do everything so, Sho, we're going to have to go back at some point and do the other floor and a half! :D
Course, the main reason I was up there was to see Raintown at the Grand Ole Opry. We're sussing access to the place (I was in Lucille) and we run into Andy, who lets us in. So we're chatting to him and Paul and Claire. They're a little stressed, seems they've no-one to run their merch. So, naturally, Sho and I end up running it. It was VERY strange not being right down at the front to see them, but it was a good venue and we could see perfectly from the back. We did a damn good run on the merch, sold out of a few things which was AWESOME. I'm also kinda amused by who it's gotten to the stage where random members of P&C's family know who I am. Even Stevie P's mum. (he's the drummer in their band!)
Plenty of new songs, some Christmas songs and lots of fun and dancing, and hugs and kisses. They were so overwhelmed that we did the merch, Claire told us we could take anything home. I tried to take her *grins* They keep saying they're trying to find ways to thank us properly and I'm just like... you don't need to!
I really love these people. In case you missed that memo at any point in the last six months....
Roll on the next gig. February. Inverness, here I come! :D
Basically, left Glasgow yesterday morning to drive
spazzer_mctwich home. We'd got almost all the way to hers when I hit a heck of a pothole, and realised I'd punctured my front passenger tyre. *sigh* Called The AA, they put on the spare and confirmed I was OK to drive back up home. I drive about 20 miles, I'm on the M11 and I almost lose control of Lotte, pull onto the hard shoulder... and I've blown the REAR passenger tyre as well. *headdesk* Call The AA again, explain that yes I've just had one tyre fixed, I've now blown another and I'm stuck on the side of the motorway. I was good though, warning triangle up, I was in hi-viz jacket and had a torch, and was behind the safety barrier. I rang my mum in utter hysterics, but by the time the breakdown truck came, I was calm and "Yeah, I hit a pothole, one of your colleagues put my spare on my front passenger side, but it looks like I blew the rear passenger side as well" - turns out it was the inside of the rear tyre that was damaged, which was why the first guy didn't see it. Which is fair enough. But anyway, Lotte and I get towed all the way home from Essex to Telford.
She's now just had two new tyres and an axle realignment. £110. But she - and me - are OK.
(I've treated myself to a "Stuck on a glacier with Macgyver" t-shirt to cheer myself up! :D)
HOWEVER
I had a fucking amazing time up in Scotland. Friday daytime, with
whiskyinmind we hit Glasgow Science Centre and I swear we were the biggest kids in the whole place. I love hands-on science places that make it fun. It's great to see actual kids getting excited and learning and wanting more. We didn't get to do everything so, Sho, we're going to have to go back at some point and do the other floor and a half! :D
Course, the main reason I was up there was to see Raintown at the Grand Ole Opry. We're sussing access to the place (I was in Lucille) and we run into Andy, who lets us in. So we're chatting to him and Paul and Claire. They're a little stressed, seems they've no-one to run their merch. So, naturally, Sho and I end up running it. It was VERY strange not being right down at the front to see them, but it was a good venue and we could see perfectly from the back. We did a damn good run on the merch, sold out of a few things which was AWESOME. I'm also kinda amused by who it's gotten to the stage where random members of P&C's family know who I am. Even Stevie P's mum. (he's the drummer in their band!)
Plenty of new songs, some Christmas songs and lots of fun and dancing, and hugs and kisses. They were so overwhelmed that we did the merch, Claire told us we could take anything home. I tried to take her *grins* They keep saying they're trying to find ways to thank us properly and I'm just like... you don't need to!
I really love these people. In case you missed that memo at any point in the last six months....
Roll on the next gig. February. Inverness, here I come! :D