Saturday, 4th November, 2017.
06.23
Here we go. Saturday is here. I'm going to get my arse in Gear and get this job done. I'm just hoping that it'll be fast. I've decided I will find a hotel to stay in Brighton. It'll ruin the gig otherwise. Louis is spending the day handing out poppies in town. Then he will spend the night at my parents. Organised!
07.57
The plan is to book a room after 3pm check in time. The prices really drop then. Brighton doesn't seem to have a "season". It's just expensive all the time. It's all those hen and stag do's.
"All the freaks come out to play,
In Waterloo,
On a Saturday."
It's a bit late for Halloween but it must be great to be young enough to dress like a complete fucknut and feel that you're being really cutting edge and clever. Those were the days.
If Hunter S Thompson has taught me anything, it is to blend into the crowd. Then no one knows how fucked up you really are.
15.55
What an absolute Shithole of a day. Everything was fine until I arrived at Nero's to meet my boss, Dave. The lady who has to let us in to the building was delayed. We sat around until 09.30. Once we got in there we realised that we had more to do than we thought. After five hours of sweating and swearing I finally got back to Piccadilly Circus.
Now I'm on the Windsor and Eton awaiting its departure. I'd better have look at hotels in Brighton. Hopefully, the prices have started to come down.
16.35
We are on the M23. Heading towards Brighton. I got bored of trying to find the cheapest hotel and opted for a £100 contained apartment.
I just want to get there. Dump the stuff and get out. I can here The Mesmerise calling. I want to have a quick one in there before the Highlight of the week.
SLEAFORD MODS.
19.36
We got to the apartment. It's quite nice. Everything you would need. We had a quick drink and "boost", popped down the local shop for supplies and grabbed an Uber to The Mesmerist. As I've said in previous blogs, I love it. I don't know why. I just do.
One of my favourite bloody mary's of all time.
http://www.mesmerist.pub
Sadly, there was only time for one. It's time!
00.34
Fuck that was good! Jason Williamson(singer) is a true showman. An absolute poetic genius and unhinged madman. Watching and listening to him is a sight to behold. Andrew Fearn does exactly as expected. Presses start on the laptop and has a little dance, while drinking a bottle of lager.
Just really impressive.
I grabbed a couple of t-shirts, as you do. I don't know what I was expecting, fan-wise, but it was a strangely eclectic mix of young and old, straight and freak.
After, we headed outside for a quick drink in the pub up the road. But, it is Brighton! Really fucking busy. I watched some, melon headed, yob start a fight with some wanky, bearded hipsters. Fuck knows what it was about but I felt I'd side with the yob, if push had come to shove.
I dislike hipsters. Poncy Wankers!
The whole trip was well worth the cost and effort.