Gaz's Rockin' Blues, London 26/06/07

At the start of the summer, the 'meanies headed daaaahnn saaarf for another visit to Gaz Mayall's den of iniquity in Soho.

Nothing much to say about the 8 hour drive (except perhaps that motorway service station hummous is FINALLY getting better), but fun resumed when we finally arrived in London.

A bombscare in Oxford Circus forced the meaniebus to circle the city centre several times looking for an open road into Soho, during which time we spotted a crowd of folk standing outside HMV in Oxford St watching a busker, who turned out to be wee Fran fae Travis doing his 'man of the people' act to plug his pishy new single.

There can't be any worse nightmare for a showboating minor Scottish pop star than a minibus full of considerably minor-er Scottish pop stars pulled up alongside shouting 'ya fannnnneeeeee' at the top of their lungs.

The show at Gaz's was mental and sweaty, still queued out the door at midnight, filled to bursting with a crazy mixture of Japanese tourists, burly rockabillys and media types, all having chemically-assisted fun. Always go to the toilets in pairs, these Londoners!

Afterwards, we encountered ANOTHER roadblock on the way to the Travelodge, got a bit lost, got there at 4am, got pished till 5.30am, then got woke up by the laundry lorry at 7am. Groan

Highlight: During the gig, Stan got pissed off with the coke-heads hogging the stage-side bog, so sabotaged the cistern top with a thick coating of liquid soap.
Lowlight: Had to check the van every 15 minutes due to the vast number of shady characters hanging about the street.