taking fire

Managed to find my bed and sleep for the majority of the afternoon. Upon waking decided that the trip to Glasgow that night would have to be canned – I was extremely tired and the idea of being about 50 miles away from my bed wasn’t too appealing. I was after a quiet night…

Was in the midst of considering what to do with the evening when I received a call from Special K, asking me if I was up for going to see White Conformists Scooter Association that night. “Fuck it”, I thought, “I’ll go along and see what they’re like”. We had wanted to open for them that night but that was never going to happen as it was an NME show. The White Conformists put on a reasonable show, as did The Piss, who were the support.

I kept myself entertained by commenting on how it almost felt like we were back in 1986 watching a couple of guys who would later release a fantastic album called Psychocandy. I also wondered if the White Conformists were going to visit East Kilbride, to see where their heroes grew up…

Afterwards we did the usual and went to The Egg, hooking up with P Moseley, etc. The Scooter Association showed up later, much to my amusement, especially while watching the attempts of their PR person to get them in for free. I was then questioned by a girl I know as to whether I had any pharmaceuticals as the White Confirmists wanted some. I responded by saying that if they wanted anything (i had nothing by the way) they should come and ask themselves, they are the White Conformists after all, hard rock dudes y’know? She responded by saying they were ‘scared’ which made me chuckle.

A good night was had by all, and I actually had a chat with Robert (the one with the big hair) as Ryan sort-of knows him. We’re trying to get a show with them.

Afterwards we all headed back to Paul’s flat and had a good time. Although the place was a bit packed to begin with which ended up with me guarding the fridge against people who were just helping themselves – rude fuckers who couldn’t see why it was maybe a bit cheeky to assume they could show up at a strangers flat and drink beer for free. Most of The Piss were there, and I made one of them pay me money for a beer, two British pounds to be precise.

Ah, to live like these rock n rollers – playing the Liquid Rooms before heading to The Egg and then heading on to Paul’s flat… they are truly livin the dream!

The night ended up with the hardcore few – Paul, Abby, Emma, Dave Pollock and me – staying up drinking what was left of Paul’s demolished supply of beer. I left around 6.30am, toddled home and watched about 15 minutes of The Big Lebowski before falling asleep/passing out. So much for my quiet night…