BLOG Tuesday November 18th. Bournemouth. I bump into Chrissy Boy from Madness on Brighton Station but Im in the middle of a phone interview. Bollocks! He must think Im some sort of rock star. he takes a photo of he and I on my Fisher-Price My First Mobile Phone and guffaws Ill put this on twitter. Good old Chrissy Boy. The rooms at the boutique hotel in Bournemouth were staying at dont have numbers either. Im staying in Crab Apple - how appropriate! A ride down to the gig with Brad and Lynval for soundcheck and the inevitable wait. If theres anything Ive learned in the past 35 years its how to Hang Around. Tonights show is at The Academy, which used to be the Opera House. It might have been an Opera House once but but was infamous as the Opera House night club where the artist formerly known as Rabbit informs me that all the girls actually were slags and the beer actually did taste like piss. Bournemouth was always a wild town in Specials mythology. We once got thrown out of a bed and breakfast in the small hours after a club gig here in 1979 after an impromptu party involving some loud local girls in someones room. Probably Jerrys. Tonights show lives up to the towns reputation. Our runner, Andy says that most shows here are generally quite sedate affairs but tonight was very lively. Well, it would be wouldnt it! Im dying for a slash after the show and belt upstairs to the toilet only to here Lynval introduce the encore. I rush down stairs hurriedly doing up my trousers, grab my bass and leap on stage just as Brad starts the drum roll to Guns of Navarone. I have never made such an entrance in my life - hilarious. Once again, a great night. Thank you Bournemouth and good night. There is a party in the dressing room afterwards. Im not at all surprised.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 00:23:50 +0000
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