Played Salisbury British Legion one of four bands on. Spotty herbert on the sound desk wouldn't let us sound check, then waltzed on stage mid-set to tell me to turn the bass down - I was too spaced on a mixture of cold/flu remedies and cheap lager to protest too much.
All over the shop due to aforementioned household drug and drink mix. We ended up with five bookings, god knows how, the rest of the band must have been bang on the money.
I feel and look like a sack of wotknot, any sympathy will be shamelessly mopped up