Up early again for another two shows. Bloody festival season. But at least they were both in the same county this time. Essex.
The first show, up in Crawley was fine - really easy. Opening act on the main stage, nice audience, a little sleepy but it's 2pm on a Sunday afternoon. Played well, the set leaning towards singer-songwriter stuff rather than full on happy fun like last night, with the usual big climax. Got momentarily distratced mid-song when Gaf, in his usual 'trying to look at Paul's balls' routine took it to a whole new level by holding up a sign saying he could see them. How he held up the sign and carried on playing I don't know, but both Ali and I were crying with laughter to the extent we were nearly going out of time.
Then off to a little village to headline a festival there, curated by a friend of ours. Should have been a nice show - at the back of a village hall, nice crowd, but it pissed it down and felt like a struggle at times. We were still tight, but our fourth gig of the weekend and fighting it a bit by the end. We were looked after so well, though - pizza, beer. That's pretty much been the case of the whole weekend. As always with weekends on the road, I eat badly and drink too much. Because clearly that's TOTALLY different to my normal lifestyle.
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