Jun 07, 2006 10:08
We found out when we got to the venue last night that the gig was cancelled....because the promoter was in jail for attempted rape. The scary thing is that we got the gig because the promoter approached me in a pub when I was alone waiting for someone and offered it to me after semi chatting me up. Horrible.
We decided to make use of our time in Camden by embarking on some fly posting to promote our September gig at Dingwalls. Stu stuck up the posters while me and Leon kept an eye out for passing police. Our code word was 'plod', and for some reason this had us in hysterics. Leon was particularly amused by the people selling joss sticks...I wonder if they're ex drug pushers frightened off by the new strict anti-drug initiative?
I hate work more and more each day. We have two new team members starting next week, and no-one has bothered to tell us - we've just found out by chance. It's so shit.
Need to pack and put my dreads in tonight. Can't decide between black to red transitionals, or solid black with a few blonde and maybe pink transitionals. Hmmmmmmmmm.