Punks and God like the Lovely Brothers
Got back last week from our little jaunt around the country, first stop was Tallington, a small punk festival just outside Peterborough. The atmosphere was friendly, except when Ben tried to start a fire in someones tent, but the music was rather dull, luckily I had packed an assortment of boardgames.
Next stop was the Lake District, we were staying in Windermere, but as we had the car we managed to cover a fair area. I had bought a book on pub walks in the region, which weren't, as I was expecting, gentle walks taking in multiple pubs, but instead, rather involved hikes, utilitising only a single public house. The views were astounding though. Annalise was less than pleased though when we had to embark along a path which was rather euphemistically described as 'not for people with weak knees', but in actual fact looked like it hadn't been follwed since the book was written a decade ago, and involved descending on all fours in places.
Not for weak knees!
After the Lakes was Blackpool. Both the Lovely Brothers, and Pog(Annalise's band) were playing Wasted, a massive punk festival (well about 5,000, which is pretty big for us.) Sitting in the pub the evening before our gig I was rather surprised to get a call from Nad the violinist to say they hadn't yet left, and worse still their car was in the garage with spassed brakes. It was too late to hire a car and they couldn't fit their instruments on the train. Mick and Toni (the rhythm section) were already on there way, but without the others we couldn't play. I was pretty devasted, we had come all this way, to stay in Blackpool, one of the most depressingly backwards towns I have ever been to, and now we couldn't play. A couple of hours later I got a call to say they had managed to borrow a car from a waiter in a cafe they had gone to, he even gave them the keys to his flat so they could colllect the car keys. Exactly why an almost complete stranger would lend the Lovely Brothers his car for a week to drive hundred of miles still perplexes me. It was like a Lovely Brothers miracle. Concrete proof that there is a God, and whats more he's a fan! They finally arrived at 5am and all was well. We played a good gig, and the rather bored looking punks really warmed to us, even giving us a standing ovation at the end, bless em! The post gig celebrations involved going to a karoke bar, where I could serenade Annalise with Chris De Burgh back catalogue. We stayed at the festival for 4 days I got increasingly bored of banal punk music, but on the Sunday Pog played, who were splendid.
Next stop was the Lake District, we were staying in Windermere, but as we had the car we managed to cover a fair area. I had bought a book on pub walks in the region, which weren't, as I was expecting, gentle walks taking in multiple pubs, but instead, rather involved hikes, utilitising only a single public house. The views were astounding though. Annalise was less than pleased though when we had to embark along a path which was rather euphemistically described as 'not for people with weak knees', but in actual fact looked like it hadn't been follwed since the book was written a decade ago, and involved descending on all fours in places.
Not for weak knees!
After the Lakes was Blackpool. Both the Lovely Brothers, and Pog(Annalise's band) were playing Wasted, a massive punk festival (well about 5,000, which is pretty big for us.) Sitting in the pub the evening before our gig I was rather surprised to get a call from Nad the violinist to say they hadn't yet left, and worse still their car was in the garage with spassed brakes. It was too late to hire a car and they couldn't fit their instruments on the train. Mick and Toni (the rhythm section) were already on there way, but without the others we couldn't play. I was pretty devasted, we had come all this way, to stay in Blackpool, one of the most depressingly backwards towns I have ever been to, and now we couldn't play. A couple of hours later I got a call to say they had managed to borrow a car from a waiter in a cafe they had gone to, he even gave them the keys to his flat so they could colllect the car keys. Exactly why an almost complete stranger would lend the Lovely Brothers his car for a week to drive hundred of miles still perplexes me. It was like a Lovely Brothers miracle. Concrete proof that there is a God, and whats more he's a fan! They finally arrived at 5am and all was well. We played a good gig, and the rather bored looking punks really warmed to us, even giving us a standing ovation at the end, bless em! The post gig celebrations involved going to a karoke bar, where I could serenade Annalise with Chris De Burgh back catalogue. We stayed at the festival for 4 days I got increasingly bored of banal punk music, but on the Sunday Pog played, who were splendid.
Punk Rock and Boardgames, the Lovely Brothers at Wasted festival
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Looks like a cool venue!
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