It can sometimes be a little difficult getting to certain gigs during the week & tonight proved to be no exception.
As Mrs Tightpocket & myself were nearing Manchester on the M62, I felt that ever familiar stomach cramp hit me & I knew we had to find a can & in double quick time. After struggling to get parked, we set about our holy quest, to find a bog. Now this is not such an easy job when you've parked on the outskirts of town. Just as my gait had achieved penguin status (much to the mirth & merriment of Ms Tightpocket) we happened upon the soft lighting of a small bar & not a moment too soon. Bloody hell that could have been one hell of a clean up job for the bread knife.
Without further ado we hot footed it to the gig. Now the Ruby lounge is appropriately named as the lighting on stage & everywhere else for that matter is bathed in deep dull red. Apparently the place doubles up as a lap dancing bar on other nights.
Tonights show was a charity fundraiser to help a little boy called C.J get to America for life saving surgery.
So shame on those bands who didn't turn up because they weren't getting paid. I guess some people haven't quite grasped the meaning of the word 'charity' just yet.
Not so the Mighty Devilish Presley who hit the stage with a flourish, giving twenty pound notes & t-shirts for raffling off towards the charity. Top people.
They ripped through a shortened set with great gusto, mixing in the new with the old (more of the new stuff in the next blog). Johnny Navarro jumping into the crowd & running around like a Tazmanian Devil on speed while Jacqui Vixen has hit the ground running after switching from bass to guitar. Love the newly customised Tele.
As ever, all good things must come to an end & our heroes finished with the obligatory 'black leather Jesus' & Billy Rattlestick. I never tire of seeing & hearing them but I do wish they'd stick 'Robert Johnson' on the old set list.
Now the main reason everyone was here tonight was to raise money for C.J & though the place was far from full £650 was raised. Quite an admirable figure I thought.
The surreal moment of the night ocurred as we were stood outside the venue enjoying a fag with Jacqui & Johnny. We could not believe our peepers when a horde of people walked past us dressed as mushrooms! Yup that's right. Fucking mushrooms! I jest ye not!
We took this as a sign from the gods that we really did need some sleep, so we said our farewells & headed for home. As usual when in a place we don't really know, we try to re-trace our steps when heading back to the car. This time we were forced to take a diversion around the street where the little bar we visited earlier is situated. The whole road was blocked off & guarded by men in white hooded overalls with masks. At a closer inspection I noticed some of their brethren outside the little bar with geiger counters which were making one hell of an unholy racket.
Can't think why!!!!
Until Burton on Trent.
Chin chin my dears xx.
Without further ado we hot footed it to the gig. Now the Ruby lounge is appropriately named as the lighting on stage & everywhere else for that matter is bathed in deep dull red. Apparently the place doubles up as a lap dancing bar on other nights.
Tonights show was a charity fundraiser to help a little boy called C.J get to America for life saving surgery.
So shame on those bands who didn't turn up because they weren't getting paid. I guess some people haven't quite grasped the meaning of the word 'charity' just yet.
Not so the Mighty Devilish Presley who hit the stage with a flourish, giving twenty pound notes & t-shirts for raffling off towards the charity. Top people.
Now the main reason everyone was here tonight was to raise money for C.J & though the place was far from full £650 was raised. Quite an admirable figure I thought.
The surreal moment of the night ocurred as we were stood outside the venue enjoying a fag with Jacqui & Johnny. We could not believe our peepers when a horde of people walked past us dressed as mushrooms! Yup that's right. Fucking mushrooms! I jest ye not!
We took this as a sign from the gods that we really did need some sleep, so we said our farewells & headed for home. As usual when in a place we don't really know, we try to re-trace our steps when heading back to the car. This time we were forced to take a diversion around the street where the little bar we visited earlier is situated. The whole road was blocked off & guarded by men in white hooded overalls with masks. At a closer inspection I noticed some of their brethren outside the little bar with geiger counters which were making one hell of an unholy racket.
Can't think why!!!!
Chin chin my dears xx.
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