R2BC: Day 33 (on 34), Show 13 on a Friday.

Slept a lot today as a result of yesterdays shenanigans.  Exhausted, stiff & a bit achy, which equals two good shows. In an interview once Ian Dury talked about how if he had a good gig the back of his neck, shoulders n backs of his arms would ache.  Same here, neck n back get as stiff as a board , all signs of a top gig.  Weird though it sounds, these pains put a smile on me face as they are the remnants of good time ‘avin it large .

The lovely Jenny Agutter was in last night which was lovely but she missed her turn in ‘Human Buckeroo’.  And rumours are that a lovely Blockhead who lives down here now might be popping in tonight (day 34).  Last show in Truro tonight and it’s gonna be a scorcher. I’m spendin the day with gentle exercises to loosen up & I’ve sent Basher out to enjoy the beautiful scenery on my behalf and to hunt down the elusive Pasty of Cornwall…..still haven’t found or had one,sort it out Basher!

Rugby time now sausages so…..come the day and come the hour, come the power and the glory……..shoulder to Shoulder….come on Irish Sausages!

R4BC: day 32, Trurotastic!

2 shows today and they were just amazing.  If honest, we were a little (only a little though, cause I’d be ‘appy playing to one man/woman and their dog) worried as ticket sales have been a bit slower here, but they are picking up and we needn’t have worried.  The audience for both shows have just been fantastic.  All our matinees have been top banana so far and today was no exception. We got on telly, you can see it here for the next 18hrs (from the time of this post) and we are getting a bit of a buzz around Truro Town now.

Two shows in a day is completely jiggering and the body (neck and shoulders in particular) from belting it are beating me up now, although the voice is holding up nicely…phew. Lully Fish n chips today n a bite our Judes birfday cake (appy birfday me lovely x) have kept me going wiv a couple of Satsumas along the way.
So to bed Sausages, we’ve got adventures in Truro ahead tomorrow….and another show, bring yer aunt Mabel, she’ll love it.

xx

R2BC: Day 31 (on 32)

So, here we are in Truro.  The furthest South west we are taking the Reasons Road Trip n I’m waiting for me croissant as it’s breky time.  After settling in, I learnt the intricacies of the English language, you see, when you ask Premier Inn for a twin bedded accessible room with shower, you need to be much more specific.  What we needed to say is, we need a twin bedded room without a double-bedded sheet joining the beds together as a double as me n me PA prefer the twin bedded beds to be separated.

When asking for an accessible bathroom, what we actually should have said is the shower needs to be a flippin real shower and not a shower doohdah within the flippin bath that I can’t get into and is why in the first place we asked, and double asked when booking, for an accessible bathroom with a flippin shower in it.

Who designs accessible rooms? I’d like a meeting, the arrogance of not involving skilled qualified disabled people to do the design is beyond the beyond, now, here in the 21st century, surely its obvious that the best people to know whats best are those with the experience and nouse to do it, wake up architects & don’t make love with me, sort yer flippin design ideas out!

The English language intricasies bit I learned was from my dearest wise  Sir Garry, is not to ask for an accessible bathroom with shower, but to ask for a wet room! Accessible room is not enough…….sausages, we have to spell it out to ’em!

Nuff said.

Had a look around Truro, nice flea market, gadget shop n olden worldy buildings. Then Basil n tomato soup, satsumas, banana, into the lovely Hall for Cornwall, interview with BBC TV local regional news (Spotlight), sound check, tec rehearsal, back for a late dinner (duck wraps) n couple of pints, a discussion on logistics of moving hotels, decisions made, bed, wake up, blog.

In a nutshell sausages x