Kingpin at Greenhill Bowling Club
Sorry Steve.
We really did try. Really hard. Actually really, really hard.
To be honest harder than a hard rock between a hard rock and an even harder rock.
Despite all the really, really good practises where we were all fantastic and could do no wrong.
Despite all the money we've spent buying the best equipment we can each afford and trying to be the best we can with the time we have when we're not working / being committed family men / doing other things.
Despite having been in the business for a total of more than 5 minutes.
And despite not being non-musicians and allowed to say what we want about things we know nothing about:
We were absolutely f**king brilliant!
Honestly, the best gig ever in the history of gigs and that's saying something - maybe a bit better than that.
Paul the singer was awesome. No. Biblical.
Keith played guitar like he invented it and knew how to play it.
Chris played bass (he's the bass player by the way) like he taught Stu Hamm everything he knows (IStu Hamm is a really, really, really good bass player).
And I played drums!
Real drums!
The crowd loved us! No, really! They ran away with us and married us and now they're having our babies - or we're having theirs; I'm easily confused (I'm a drummer).
And now we're signed to RCA records and we're going to get loads of money and live happily ever after.
So, sorry Steve and all you beautiful people at Greenhill Bowling Club - we really tried to be shite, but you just wouldn't let us be.
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