We get asked a lot if we ever get sick of smiling
I’m not sure that’s possible
Most of the time we don’t realise we are
And then, when you show up to a great town like Shrewsbury
With a packed theatre FULL of smiley faces
Every single one of them have turned up to have a good time. And hopefully laugh their arses off.
You’re always going to smile right back, aren’t you? You can’t help but be happy when you get to see this every night
It will never get old
It will always be fucking awesome And for that, we thank you!
Also, I’m really glad no one was injured in the *bomb blast before the show
*thanks to my mate Rob, the funny bastard, for the video
Hooly Dooly, a month already?
Time sure does fly when you’re drunk off your arse doing 6 shows a week. Although maybe we should start doing 7. Because nights off, like last night, have me wearing my ‘sorry pants’ very snugly today.
Luckily, I have you guys to remind me of what’s been happening
Thanks to your photos (that I stole from Facebook & Twitter) I have a record of where, what and who
Are we having fun yet?
When we play in Kettering, we stay in Northampton, which is the best
Mum & Dad had a house here for years, so it feels like home whenever we’re in this part of the country
Our favourite restaurant is here too, so we’re happy to be heading there tonight on our night off. And if you’re wondering what that smell is, that’s what trouble smells like.
And the show last night will go down as one of my faves. The audience was the perfect combination of ‘loud’ and ‘listening’
Admittedly, it’s easy to do a high energy show when you’re hopped up on birthday cake Mum made me promise not to tell anyone it was her birthday
So I got everyone to sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her when I was out signing at intermission Then, when Dad was on stage dedicating a song to her (“Better Get Betty Home”) I raced out the front to where she was and grabbed her, “…Quick mum! You’ve got to get in here!”
I took her by the arm and dragged her into the theatre, and she was proper shitting herself. “Did your Dad fall of the stage or something…what’s happened?!?”
Before she realised where I was taking her, I delivered her to Dad, on stage and the whole fabulous crowd sang a rousing rendition on HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her
As Dad said, in 30 years of doing this, that’s only the second time she has ever been on stage with him (once before was in Ireland years ago….I think there may have been drinking and a dare involved in that incident) You guys rocked it Kettering