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DON'T
TRY THIS AT HOME;
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for a 58 year old guy he is sex on legs."
so,
I made it to Bristol. That Birmingham show got me so bad that there
was no way I was gonna miss the last show of the tour. So my rover
420 is dead but I'm gentian a Saab on Saturday. Wondering if I need
to bother..the train to Bristol was fabulous: - I didn't get lost
(hurrah!) and also I got to spend the journey drinking wine, reading
a book and patting on makeup. You cant do that in at 120 mph in
the fast lane of the m4 huh? well.. You can but its never long before
the cops pull you over....
anyhow.. The show was in a large pub type venue, the fleece and
firkin. Another sell out for Arthur and the guys, and another wicked
show. The place was packed out, and so hot that I took refuge behind
the sound desk...where there was a man busy with a pen and paper
writing out a setlist. Great! I thought.. Now I can astound mikes
readers with a complete accurate settist in my review, and no-one
will ever know how hard I was bitten the bacardi. He said he was
reviewing the show for 'the castle' and promised me a setlist copy.
But by the end of the show I realest he was slightly insane and
my setlist never did materialise. so, sorry folks, but youll have
to wait for his review in the castle. where im sure he'll say lovely
things about me too.
Arthur looked cool tonite.. not in one of his usual trademark shirts,,
but in a long sleeved tshirt.. overheard in the ladies toilets (where
even mike randle cant report from) "well.. for a 58 year old
guy he is sex on legs." yeah and it was another fine show,
though arthur didnt play an encore because he said hed 'already
done it'. he dedicated the last number to "the folks outside"..
and really seemed to dig them, thanking them for coming. wondering
what he was talking about, i jumped down from my sounddesk stool
and went to check out what he meant. there were at least 30 people
who couldnt get tickets stood outside the door in the street checking
arthur out thru the large window, and getting into it just as much
as the crowd inside. someone with cool tattoos and bleached spikey
hair was propping the door open with his foot so everyone could
hear good. it was a really neat scene with a certain solidarity
and hey, arthur was diggin em.. plus I had a great view of mike
randles side of the stage. and I figured it would be fine to roll
a joint blatantly.. since I was already outside then Icould hardly
be thrown out could I? Igrooved and smoked with the street folks
to singing cowboy, when halfway thru i noticed that the tattooed
door propping guy was holding an official looking clipboard. worried,
I asked him "are you with the venue?". "sure am"
he replied. "ah." I said uncomfortably.."and you
just watched me skin up - so I guess that means no re-admission?"
but he just smiled and said "well I understand you're with
the band so I didnt see anything.".. hey,I just love being
official diary person! actually he was the coolest doorman I ever
met..helped the guys pack their gear in the van as they went off
for hopefully their final nights stay ever in a dodgy moldy premier
lodge.. and told me to keep it quiet about the spliff incident.
lets hope the fleece and firkin manager isnt one of Mikes readers
then... oh and hi to Jeff and Alison! well, thats it from me.. thanks
- its been fun!
Mel
Cicero
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Mike Randle
mike@lovewitharthurlee.com
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