Quit the band last night. Played a social club in a small village near Stansted airport. Normally I really look forward to a gig but last night all I could think of beforehand was that it would pay for a new set of strings.
The band have been p*%%*ng me off for some time and last night was typical - guy with the PA was late as usual, so a rushed sound check, the drummer and guitar player changed things around at random, the singer called one song and started another, then broke a string on his acoustic and didn't have any spares, etc etc etc. It being the coldest night of the year didn't help and there were about 15 people there including the bar staff.
So at the end, I took my money, said thank you very much, and left. And immediately felt so much better. Should have done it ages ago.