Continuing…
3) Once we got to London these clowns would actually stop halfway across zebra crossings to stop girls walking across and heckle them – most likely because they were sleazy creeps!
4) When we did get to where we were going we had time to kill. So these guys said they wanted to go grab some food. Neil and I followed them to a restaurant by the docks (we weren’t eating). Here they proceeded to tell the waiter that they needed more time to chose what they wanted – they did this for 40 minutes and it was very embarrassing. Especially when they got up and left after ordering nothing at the end of it!!
5) So we got up and left. Neil and I walked ahead of the other 2 around the docks and talked about how bad this gig was. But when we turned round the 2 lads had gone!!
We doubled back to find them, asking strangers around the docks if they’d seen them. Then we went back to where the car was parked. WAS being the important word here.
The car had gone!!
Luckily I always take my trumpet with me and had my wallet and mobile phone (as did Neil). So we called the guy who booked us to sort this out and while we waited we sat by the docks and laughed – that’s the only thing you can really do!!
Driven hundreds of miles by a maniac who has abandoned us in the middle of London.
See tomorrows post for the 3rd and final instalment for my no.1 worst gig in my career (so far).
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