So I met my older brother at McDonalds, Victoria Station at the arranged 8.30AM. We were so early for our 9AM Mega Bus that I even had time to turn up at the wrong McDonalds. After polishing off a Sausage & Egg McMuffin, elder Armstrong decided he was still overcome by hunger and so turned to one of the small businesses paying large central London rent in order to fill the gap. Upon receiving a Bacon & Cheese melt, Elder Armstrong realised that if he continued with the £3.89 transaction the hole in his stomach would be far from filled but the hole in his wallet would be greatly increased.
After an unsuccessful haggle, we got to the Mega Bus Bacon & Cheese melt-less. It was a scorching morning so the idea of a bus journey didn’t sound too Mega. Luckily, driver Tom promised us that as soon as we were in motion, the aircon would kick in to action. This would have made the journey a lot more comfortable had the aircon not been akin to a tramp whispering in your ear. We just counted ourselves lucky that we were not the Australian guy sitting opposite who was subjected to a three & a half hour story as to why a posh bird’s boyfriend had cheated on her.
Arrival in Sheffield encountered us with another transportation surprise; The Tram. We got on and flashed our oyster cards to the lovely ticket collector. When this didn’t work I handed over the required half crown and my journey to Sheffield was all but complete.
I met Keir and embarked upon the two minute walk to Bungalows & Bears. The fact that this two minute walk took 30 minutes confirmed one thing for me. Danny knew every fucker in Sheffield. For the first time since I met him, it appeared that he was in fact “a somebody”. I also realised something else during this (long) short walk; Sheffield smells of chips (in a good way).
An afternoon drinking beer and awaiting the arrival of the PA then ensued. As we approached the evening paying a ridiculous £2 a pint I decided to head to an off license to buy alcohol for the rider. I think Danny could see I was missing London so he pointed me in the direction of Spar, where you can find those London prices, no matter where you are In the country.
After an unsuccessful haggle, we got to the Mega Bus Bacon & Cheese melt-less. It was a scorching morning so the idea of a bus journey didn’t sound too Mega. Luckily, driver Tom promised us that as soon as we were in motion, the aircon would kick in to action. This would have made the journey a lot more comfortable had the aircon not been akin to a tramp whispering in your ear. We just counted ourselves lucky that we were not the Australian guy sitting opposite who was subjected to a three & a half hour story as to why a posh bird’s boyfriend had cheated on her.
Arrival in Sheffield encountered us with another transportation surprise; The Tram. We got on and flashed our oyster cards to the lovely ticket collector. When this didn’t work I handed over the required half crown and my journey to Sheffield was all but complete.
I met Keir and embarked upon the two minute walk to Bungalows & Bears. The fact that this two minute walk took 30 minutes confirmed one thing for me. Danny knew every fucker in Sheffield. For the first time since I met him, it appeared that he was in fact “a somebody”. I also realised something else during this (long) short walk; Sheffield smells of chips (in a good way).
An afternoon drinking beer and awaiting the arrival of the PA then ensued. As we approached the evening paying a ridiculous £2 a pint I decided to head to an off license to buy alcohol for the rider. I think Danny could see I was missing London so he pointed me in the direction of Spar, where you can find those London prices, no matter where you are In the country.
After extended sound checks & a Razorlight free DJ set, Party Horse took to the stage. They lived up to the double page spread they had received in the press earlier by entertaining the crowd and getting the party well and truly underway.
Then came the Heebie “we don’t need a fucking sound check” Jeebies. To be fair to them, they didn’t. The sounded amazing and there was more than one occasion when all three of them were simultaneously airborne. I was fucking knackered just watching.
Headliners Ten Bears were so amazing that upon leaving the venue, they had to physically remove two over eager groupies from their van. They’ve been rightly tipped to make it big this year and it wont take many more performances like this to fulfill that premonition.
Rich & Glover then took over on the wheels of steel to help the over excited crowd dance into Saturday. And with that, the curtains came down on another launch night.
All that was left to do was travel back to the city were the streets are paved in gold… and chewing gum… and cigarette butts.
Waking up early, we even left time to stop in a Wetherspoons for a “breakfast” of onion rings, breaded mushrooms, chicken wings and of course… chips. Suitably nourished, we headed towards another Mega Bus bumping into two of our new friends on the way. It became pretty clear from this that it didn’t take long to be “a somebody” in a city where everyone knows y
our name. All that was left to do was stop at Supedrug for what will now be a staple hangover cure for ever more; Nurofen, Lucozade & Haribo.
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