Anything can happen in the next 30 minutes...

Wow, I can type pretty coherently for an old drunk. Forgot I posted that last entry... anyway, suprisingly I'm not hungover or anything today. I think it's down to painkillers + spirits + beer not so much getting you "drunk", instead getting you feeling more akin to being really stoned, except cheaper, not illegal, and likely to kill you before you turn 30. Cool. Still, I managed to be about an hour late for work this morning... I was just having a nice sleep, that's all!

On reflection, I'm quite chuffed at last night. By far not the best performance we could have put on, but under the circumstances I think we done good, didn't get any negative feedback from anyone other than Posh and myself, but we're in the band so that's OK. Good stuff, can't wait to put on a tight performance in the Cathouse later this month.

Funny/stupid things coming back to me... opening with the usual Damnations intro into Powercut Tuesday, except me forgetting about the Damnations bit and attempting to go straight into Powercut, oops (I don't think anyone noticed... great start), introducing the band as "This is Jim, he's Jim, this is other Jim and I'm Jim, we're Minus3!" (don't ask, because I don't know), me deciding that every song was going to be called 'Beyond The Pink Curtain!" (said in a cheesy metal voice every time), unexpectedly using the "let freedom ring with a shotgun blast!" roar instead of what the vocal break bit in Time After Time is supposed to be like (much to the amusement of the band more than anyone), Cuff repeatedly calling me "Baw Hum" before explaining in graphic detail to the crowd exactly how to hold a man's cock to administer a humming and saying it's like a hairdryer for a man with sweaty baws, realising that "punk rock" rhymes with "stunt cock" before informing the crowd that 'Downer' (which Posh dedicated to people who hate their jobs) is a some "punk rock about my small stunt cock" (then, of course, calling the song "Beyond The Pink Curtain"...), Posh pulling his guitar lead out but not realising until Cuff told him, me having numerous technical issues with my guitar (damn... at least I didn't stop singing. Best get it fixed...), getting everyone cheering to the word "tits!", Cuff and Posh dedicating everything to everyone (especially Posh, I wouldn't have been suprised if he started dedicating songs to chairs and stuff), doing the "Lemmy" voice in the fast bit of 'Club' only to forget the words and keep singing the same lines over, Cuff explaining the enigma of getting a CD or ticket for £3.00 before I broke into an impromtu, improvised song ("Buy a CD, 3 pounds or less, more money off for a girl that's undressed!"...), and so on. It was all a bit of a laugh, anyway... doesn't feel like you're doing so much in that 30 minutes, it's all over so quickly, and you look back on it... man, I love this band. Even when we're sub-par, we have a lot of (childish) fun.

Anyway, this is rambling pish, so I'm going to go get some work done.