Saturday contained a few adventures. I went to my mate's pub, it was quite quiet and relaxed, which usually leads to someone getting bored and doing something stupid. A few of the boys were playing beer pong (where you have to bounce a ping pong ball on the pool table to land in a cup of beeer at the other end of the table), while others had been to the curry house and were eating curry and watching the game. It was a gentle game, as they were only using one can of lager to fill six glasses and there were two people on each team so no one was going to get in too much of a state from it. That was until someone suggested adding half a pint of vindaloo to the set up.

Whoever suggested it had their timing all wrong as I'd just decided to have a game. It was the most nerve-raking thing I've ever done. Thankfully, the other guy on my team ended up having to drink our vindaloo. He's the one who bought the curry in the first place so it was his own fault. He did manage to get to the toilet in time and I have the moment recorded on my phone. A couple of shots later, I managed to land the ping pong ball into the opponents' vindaloo so they had to drink it. The guy who did that actually took it was and wasn't sick. He doesn't like curry but he does play rugby.

I went to a couple of other pubs after that and ended up going to meet the boys from the first pub after they had shut. I don't know what had happened to the landlord of the first pub since I left there but I saw him leaning against the wall of a pub with his eyes closed. As I got close he saw me and tried to walk towards me. That turned out to be too tricky a manouver for him and he ended up walking sideways into the middle of the road, in front of a taxi. Thankfully the taxi stopped in time and he did manage to stay on his feet.

I didn't think he'd be able to make it back to his house so I offered to walk him home. We only walked to the end of the street when he said, "right, I'm home now" and walked into a Chinese takeaway. I went into the take away with him and as the people working there said they knew him and would get him home safely, I went back to the pub. I had a pint in the pub before it closed and then I joined the rest of the boys who went to the Chinese for a takeaway. The landlord had left by then and I didn't see him asleep in asda's car park so I assume he got home safely.

As it was getting late by then, I walked passed the nightclub to see my mate the dj. He was waiting for his taxi outside the club so I stopped for a chat. After a while we noticed that everyone who had left the club was now standing on the other side of the road staring at the club. Six cop cars then turned up so we went across the find out what was happening. Apparently someone had climbed onto the roof of the club. I couldn't see anyone apart from a couple of cops leaning out of a top floor window. I was told the guy was hiding behind the air conditioning unit on the balcony. I couldn't see him so I started filming it on my phone incase I could spot something later on. A policewoman told me to stop filming or she'll confiscate my phone and as I couldn't see anything I stopped filming and went home.

I shall be loading the videos onto youtube today.

Saturday. Our band's backing singers are in a theatre group. They had arranged a charity show on Saturday mainly so that people who don't get leading roles or solos in their shows could have a chance to take centre stage. The first half of the gig was two acts of songs from musicals, the second half had a few bands playing.

We were told to be at the venue with our equipment at 2pm to set up and sound check. Our guitarist has access to a van so he told me he'd pick me up. There was no sign of him by 2:30pm so I phoned him and he said he was on his way. He eventually picked me up in his little hatchback. We had no chance of getting my stuff, his stuff, the bass player's stuff and the pa system in that but he said he was just picking me up on the way to get his van. When we got to his house, the first thing I noticed was the lack of a van. After phoning round everyone he could think of, we eventually realised that his dad had disappeared with the van and there was no knowing when he would show up. We phoned the drummer, who was already at the venue to tell him the problem. He was going to pick us up, take as much stuff down in his estate car as he could and them go back for the bass player.

We did manage to get all the guitar equipment in the little hatchback so when the drummer turned up we arranged with him for him to pick up the bass player and the pa system. Obviously as soon as everything was arranged, the guitarist's dad turned up with the van. It was too late by then as we had most of our stuff stuff packed up and a plan in place.

The venue, known locally as the Tin Hut, was a social club in the rough part of town. We have played there before and it's a big venue with a large stage and dressing rooms. Everyone finally made it to the venue around 3:30pm and we unloaded our equipment onto the stage. It took an age to set up the pa system but the sound engineer (our bass player) only wanted to sound test the drums so we moved the rest of the equipment into the changing rooms. The owner of the club said that he had to lock the venue and pull the shutters over the windows as the local kids regularly broke in and smashed the place up. I thought it would be safer to keep my equipment on stage where someone could keep an eye on it so I moved it back again. As we weren't due on stage until 9pm and we weren't sound checking, me and the other guitarist went home and arranged to meet up later.

We went to the venue at around 8pm. I wasn't expecting the crowd that was there. The place was full and we had to sit at the back of the venue with the rest of the band as they were the only seats left. The singers were very good and I particularly liked the drag act singing a song from Young Frankenstein. I was also impressed with the rapping capabilities of our other backing singer ( they did the newer version of Lady Marmalade as it was in Moulen Rougue). By the time the musicals part of the show was over, we were about an hour behind schedule.

Originally three bands were due to play but only two of us were there so we should have had enough time for us both to play almost full sets. There was another chap who was going to due a few songs on the acoustic guitar but we didn't think that would take much time up so we weren't too bothered. I don't know whether the problem was with him setting up or with our bass player setting up the pa but he didn't start for another hour, by which time most of the audience had left. As the bar was shutting at 11:30pm we didn't think that there was enough time for both bands and the other band said that they'd drop out.

It was my favourite gig with the band although I did have problems with my feather boa. I would have been okay if I'd stuck with our backing singer's feather boa but someone from the crowd wanted me to wear his. Unfortunately, his was a cheap pound shop type that kept on sticking to me and losing feathers everywhere. The other bad point was that the songs we cut from our set were the ones were I had solos. This was our first gig where we had people dancing all the way through and the crowd cheering for an encore at the end. I thought that we'd now have time for an encore as the other band had agreed not to play but I was told that there were two acts on after us.

They did have time for the other band plus the drag act from the musicals part of the show wanted to sing some Take That. I didn't think there was any point on him coming back on stage to sing a couple of karaoke tunes but he seemed a very theatrical type so I didn't want to upset him. He tried to do three songs but thankfully one of the organisers managed to get him off stage before he started the third. The other band played your typical pub rock tunes; Status Quo, Sweet Home Aberavon and the like but were made even more entertaining by the amount that their bass player/singer had drunk.

By the time we had packed everything away and taken the van back, we manage to get into town for one last beer. I didn't realise how scary town is on a Saturday night when you haven't been drinking.

I didn't go to see Resando last Friday. I wanted to and I tried to but I missed them. I didn't expect a band to travel all the way from Italy for a gig in a West Wales pub and end up first on the bill. It's their own fault. Apparently they're a techno goth band in the style of Nine Inch Nails and because their set up is so complicated they had to be first on the bill to give the sound man enough time to get everything working. I did meet them after the gig and managed to blag a cd but I haven't got round to listening to it yet. The other two bands on the bill were shit.

I also missed a band that I wanted to see on Saturday, Alien Stash Tin. This one would have been easier to see as my band were suppose to be their support act. We couldn't play as our drummer works shifts and he wasn't available.

Instead I played bass for a Michael Jackson tribute act. We were okay. We hadn't had much practice before the gig. I had learnt all my parts but struggled to remember them on the night; our singer had been in a wedding before the gig so we didn't start until late and I'd had a few beers by then. Fortunately, the backing track that we used for the sound effects, was different to the one we had practised with and had a louder bass line so I could get away with miming when I got lost.

I could have still caught the Alien Stash Tin gig but I ended up going to another pub to sing karaoke (I sang Love Gravy by Rick James). I did meet up with the band after the gig and managed to blag a cd. I already had one copy from the last time I saw them, this one was to get them more gigs in town.

I also had a gig on Sunday. It didn't go that well, mainly due to my hang over. It was our first gig outside of town and originally it looked like we would be down from a seven piece to a four piece. One of out singers had lost her voice, another one was in a show and the guitarist didn't think he could make it. Everyone turned up on the night though. I went up in the car with the bass player who said he knew where the venue was. He didn't. We stopped to phone the headlining band for directions and as is customary in these circumstances, we were parked around the corner from it.

As we were now back up to seven members in the band, we couldn't all fit on stage. The three singers had to stand in front of the stage and I had a small, dark corner on the stage. As I was hungover I wasn't too sure what was going on but the guitarist from the headlining band was keeping an eye on me. He thought that my guitar was slightly out of tune so he offered to tune it before we started. The first chord I struck as we were about to start got the entire pub grimacing so he tuned it again with his stage tuner. I had already started to piss the audience off and I didn't help get myself back in their good books with my performance that night. I was worried about falling off the stage as I only had a small corner of it so I didn't move at all, plus my corner was so dark that I couldn't see my guitar and so kept on playing barre chords on the wrong fretts.

It wasn't just me though, something went wrong with the other guitarist's amp so we had to stop half way through the set to get that fixed. That's when most of the audience left. My biggest cock up though, was in our last song. We had got to the outro without too much problem but I had completely forgotten how the outro went. I eventually picked some of it up from the bass player but by then, the singers had missed their cue to come in. When we had to change to the next part of the song, I was completely lost. The headlining band, who were watching us from the audience, said they saw me looking confused, shaking my head and turning the volume off on my guitar. It was probably our worst gig since we were a three piece punk band with me singing but it was my own fault for booking us a gig on a Sunday when I knew I had a hectic Saturday night planned.