Wednesday. Wednesday was not a normal day. My day started at 02:15 when I went to pick Lee Slater up ready for a run to Heathrow airport to take my good friends, the d: boys, equipment ready to goto Moscow. There’s something something odd about unloading a Transit van outside Terminal 3 at 04:20. Still with the roads quiet the van was back to Furious? by 05:40 and I was home by 05:55 ready for a couple of hours extra sleep. Anyway, I spent the morning watching rubbish TV and it was soon time to pick Rosie up and head off to Brentwood.
Brentwood is about 12 miles other side of the Dartford crossing and, by the looks of it at least, is quite a nice place. Due to traffic on the M25 (Is there ever a quiet time!) it took us about an hour and forty minutes to get there. We arrived at the school just as it was kicking out time. And there was a lot of traffic!
90 Minutes to setup isn’t very long, especially when Jim changes his mind half way through. We suffered with mis-placed items and by the time we were ready, and sound checked, it was 5:00. Oops. We started a little late.
So, the gig: Considering Jim is a little out of practice, it was a good return. This is the beauty of having the IEM; Jim concentrates on the singing and not the 5 year old who’s bugging him in the front row. The hall was, err, very cramped which is a good thing but it was possibly too small to actually host Jim.
The Spicy Camels didn’t, for once, make a mess. Maybe Jim has finally house trained them during his break.
Favourite thing from the gig? Well, I’d have to say either Colours of Salvation or Fearfully and Wonderfully Designed.
We won’t really mention the drive home as Jim spent a lot of it talking about bodily functions and complaining a little about the Scouting for Girls album not sounding how it did in his house.
