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Played in Southend, 4 bands and we were headlining.
150 people through the door, and by the time we took the stage at 11pm, half had left because they only came to watch their mate's band play.
Now, here's a courtesy tip for gig-goers:
Don't leave half way through, it's rude and you paid so why not stay?
Or, if you do decide to leave, don't get moody when the guitarist of the headline band says "Thanks to everyone that came down and thanks to those that have hung around, it's always hard when it's a band you've never heard before.
And to those people filing out the door because your mate had finished playing? F--k you, you are doing nothing to support live music you f---ing posers. Go stand in nightclubs instead you f---ing morons."
And afterwards, loading the gear out, a bunch of monkey 14yr old decide to start being mouthy to a couple of people we were with.
Except these people are serious nasty and if you had any clue, you wouldn't say anything to them.
But, braindead Escort/Nova/Peugot drivers being as they are, they decided to try and yell stuff out.
And it went from there until 3 of these chimps decided it was a good idea to try and bottle some of us.
Long story short:
They're little boys and they got reminded just how big boys play.
*shakes head*
I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to drive up and down Southend sea-front in poxy, stupid little Novas with aerofoils on the back.
And I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to remove the back seats and put sub-woofers in so they can drive at 5mph.
And I hate any little kid that thinks you settle problems by trying to bottle someone.
I hate stupid 16-18yr boys in baseball caps and tracksuits that think they're tough when there's 10 of them and they've drank 4 pints and can't walk.
If you're one of these people?
Stay out of my way, stay out of my bands way and stay out of these two mates way.
Otherwise you end up broken.
Nice night of music spoilt by ignorant little boys that have no idea who someone is when they start abusing them because they can't handle their drink.
Be a nice little boy and stay indoors watching The Tweenies, because you do not belong outside with men.
Stupid, arrogant, aggressive little insects.
Still, on a brighter note, we played a new song tonight and it was excellent.
150 people through the door, and by the time we took the stage at 11pm, half had left because they only came to watch their mate's band play.
Now, here's a courtesy tip for gig-goers:
Don't leave half way through, it's rude and you paid so why not stay?
Or, if you do decide to leave, don't get moody when the guitarist of the headline band says "Thanks to everyone that came down and thanks to those that have hung around, it's always hard when it's a band you've never heard before.
And to those people filing out the door because your mate had finished playing? F--k you, you are doing nothing to support live music you f---ing posers. Go stand in nightclubs instead you f---ing morons."
And afterwards, loading the gear out, a bunch of monkey 14yr old decide to start being mouthy to a couple of people we were with.
Except these people are serious nasty and if you had any clue, you wouldn't say anything to them.
But, braindead Escort/Nova/Peugot drivers being as they are, they decided to try and yell stuff out.
And it went from there until 3 of these chimps decided it was a good idea to try and bottle some of us.
Long story short:
They're little boys and they got reminded just how big boys play.
*shakes head*
I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to drive up and down Southend sea-front in poxy, stupid little Novas with aerofoils on the back.
And I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to remove the back seats and put sub-woofers in so they can drive at 5mph.
And I hate any little kid that thinks you settle problems by trying to bottle someone.
I hate stupid 16-18yr boys in baseball caps and tracksuits that think they're tough when there's 10 of them and they've drank 4 pints and can't walk.
If you're one of these people?
Stay out of my way, stay out of my bands way and stay out of these two mates way.
Otherwise you end up broken.
Nice night of music spoilt by ignorant little boys that have no idea who someone is when they start abusing them because they can't handle their drink.
Be a nice little boy and stay indoors watching The Tweenies, because you do not belong outside with men.
Stupid, arrogant, aggressive little insects.
Still, on a brighter note, we played a new song tonight and it was excellent.
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We've played The Army & Navy a couple of times, not a bad place.
But Southend...oh dear Southend on a Saturday night.
And little boys that think they're men and gob off at 8 blokes loading gear into a van.
Not a wise idea.
Especially when the 4 bouncers from the venue lend a hand and then the police turn up, ask a few questions and let us all go with a "thanks boys" comment.
I don't understand the "drink/fight" mentality at all.
But there you go, I walk upright and don't have a hairy forehead, so that's to be expected.
But Southend...oh dear Southend on a Saturday night.
And little boys that think they're men and gob off at 8 blokes loading gear into a van.
Not a wise idea.
Especially when the 4 bouncers from the venue lend a hand and then the police turn up, ask a few questions and let us all go with a "thanks boys" comment.
I don't understand the "drink/fight" mentality at all.
But there you go, I walk upright and don't have a hairy forehead, so that's to be expected.
Yep, outside a restaurant once on a friday night a literal war started.
It was on the high-street so a load of 14-18 year olds came out of pubs, shops etc. after consuming rather a large amount of alcohol. Then, they turned themselves into two 'gangs' and began to throw glass bottles at each-other as well as anything else sharp they could find, and then some actually started fighting. In the end it got so dangerous that the restaurant's doors had to be locked, and people who were sitting next to the windows had to be moved.
It was on the high-street so a load of 14-18 year olds came out of pubs, shops etc. after consuming rather a large amount of alcohol. Then, they turned themselves into two 'gangs' and began to throw glass bottles at each-other as well as anything else sharp they could find, and then some actually started fighting. In the end it got so dangerous that the restaurant's doors had to be locked, and people who were sitting next to the windows had to be moved.
Leamington on a Friday night is a Dantean vision of hell. 14 year olds come out pubs wasted on the alcopos they've been drinking all night. People are fighting in the street, not for any good reason, just because it is the perfect way to round off the evening of debauchery.
Worst of all. A guy came to my school to talk about alcoholics. The guy was a former alcoholic turned psychiatrist. He gave an enthralling talk, without notes, for forty minutes. He was brilliant. He asks if there are any questions. A fu*kwit from the rugby team says, I quote:
"When the rugby team go out on the town, half way through the night we do a tactical chunder, and then start drinking again. Would this reduce the amount of alcohol in your body?"
Man: "What is tactical chunder?"
Rugby guy: "We make ourselves vomit."
The guy is speechless. He has just painstakingly gone through how serious alcoholism is, not in an alcohol=bad way, but at the perfect tone, and here is some moron asking about vomiting deliberately so you can drink even more alcohol and being one of the lads by asking such a "funny" question. The guy mumbles something about alcohol getting into the blood and then the talk ends. He looks utterly dejected. I went over to say thank you because I felt embarassed for everyone in that room.
Teenagers at school shouldn't be allowed into pubs. It's obvious that they are underage but the pubs let them in in the name of capitalism. It is often obvious that the ID's they have are fake, and that they, be-shellsuited, are underage and they still get in and get legless.
It really put me off the whole Friday-night drinking thing.
Worst of all. A guy came to my school to talk about alcoholics. The guy was a former alcoholic turned psychiatrist. He gave an enthralling talk, without notes, for forty minutes. He was brilliant. He asks if there are any questions. A fu*kwit from the rugby team says, I quote:
"When the rugby team go out on the town, half way through the night we do a tactical chunder, and then start drinking again. Would this reduce the amount of alcohol in your body?"
Man: "What is tactical chunder?"
Rugby guy: "We make ourselves vomit."
The guy is speechless. He has just painstakingly gone through how serious alcoholism is, not in an alcohol=bad way, but at the perfect tone, and here is some moron asking about vomiting deliberately so you can drink even more alcohol and being one of the lads by asking such a "funny" question. The guy mumbles something about alcohol getting into the blood and then the talk ends. He looks utterly dejected. I went over to say thank you because I felt embarassed for everyone in that room.
Teenagers at school shouldn't be allowed into pubs. It's obvious that they are underage but the pubs let them in in the name of capitalism. It is often obvious that the ID's they have are fake, and that they, be-shellsuited, are underage and they still get in and get legless.
It really put me off the whole Friday-night drinking thing.
Played in Southend, 4 bands and we were headlining.
150 people through the door, and by the time we took the stage at 11pm, half had left because they only came to watch their mate's band play.
Now, here's a courtesy tip for gig-goers:
Don't leave half way through, it's rude and you paid so why not stay?
Or, if you do decide to leave, don't get moody when the guitarist of the headline band says "Thanks to everyone that came down and thanks to those that have hung around, it's always hard when it's a band you've never heard before.
And to those people filing out the door because your mate had finished playing? F--k you, you are doing nothing to support live music you f---ing posers. Go stand in nightclubs instead you f---ing morons."
And afterwards, loading the gear out, a bunch of monkey 14yr old decide to start being mouthy to a couple of people we were with.
Except these people are serious nasty and if you had any clue, you wouldn't say anything to them.
But, braindead Escort/Nova/Peugot drivers being as they are, they decided to try and yell stuff out.
And it went from there until 3 of these chimps decided it was a good idea to try and bottle some of us.
Long story short:
They're little boys and they got reminded just how big boys play.
*shakes head*
I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to drive up and down Southend sea-front in poxy, stupid little Novas with aerofoils on the back.
And I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to remove the back seats and put sub-woofers in so they can drive at 5mph.
And I hate any little kid that thinks you settle problems by trying to bottle someone.
I hate stupid 16-18yr boys in baseball caps and tracksuits that think they're tough when there's 10 of them and they've drank 4 pints and can't walk.
If you're one of these people?
Stay out of my way, stay out of my bands way and stay out of these two mates way.
Otherwise you end up broken.
Nice night of music spoilt by ignorant little boys that have no idea who someone is when they start abusing them because they can't handle their drink.
Be a nice little boy and stay indoors watching The Tweenies, because you do not belong outside with men.
Stupid, arrogant, aggressive little insects.
Still, on a brighter note, we played a new song tonight and it was excellent.
150 people through the door, and by the time we took the stage at 11pm, half had left because they only came to watch their mate's band play.
Now, here's a courtesy tip for gig-goers:
Don't leave half way through, it's rude and you paid so why not stay?
Or, if you do decide to leave, don't get moody when the guitarist of the headline band says "Thanks to everyone that came down and thanks to those that have hung around, it's always hard when it's a band you've never heard before.
And to those people filing out the door because your mate had finished playing? F--k you, you are doing nothing to support live music you f---ing posers. Go stand in nightclubs instead you f---ing morons."
And afterwards, loading the gear out, a bunch of monkey 14yr old decide to start being mouthy to a couple of people we were with.
Except these people are serious nasty and if you had any clue, you wouldn't say anything to them.
But, braindead Escort/Nova/Peugot drivers being as they are, they decided to try and yell stuff out.
And it went from there until 3 of these chimps decided it was a good idea to try and bottle some of us.
Long story short:
They're little boys and they got reminded just how big boys play.
*shakes head*
I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to drive up and down Southend sea-front in poxy, stupid little Novas with aerofoils on the back.
And I hate every single person that thinks it's cool to remove the back seats and put sub-woofers in so they can drive at 5mph.
And I hate any little kid that thinks you settle problems by trying to bottle someone.
I hate stupid 16-18yr boys in baseball caps and tracksuits that think they're tough when there's 10 of them and they've drank 4 pints and can't walk.
If you're one of these people?
Stay out of my way, stay out of my bands way and stay out of these two mates way.
Otherwise you end up broken.
Nice night of music spoilt by ignorant little boys that have no idea who someone is when they start abusing them because they can't handle their drink.
Be a nice little boy and stay indoors watching The Tweenies, because you do not belong outside with men.
Stupid, arrogant, aggressive little insects.
Still, on a brighter note, we played a new song tonight and it was excellent.
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