Another weekend . . . another road trip . . . another great time had.
Friday took the mentallicopter to Surrey. Camberely to be precise and The Agincourt Rock Club. This was the first of The Slavery of Puppets Tour and the Bill tonight consisted of Volkerstein, Mentallica and Higher on Maiden. All the metal a growing boy (or girl) needs for a night out. Just add beer and shake. . . your head! First up with a new band line up were Volkerstein - A tribute to Deutsche metal monster Rammstein. Higher on Maiden came next and galloped through a fantastic set. These guys are incredible and you should see them if you get the chance. Last on were Mentallica and as always banged there heads for the duration of the set. A great night was had by all. Thanks to Ash and Max and to their daughter who finally revealled the secret ingredient in Relentless . . . Bull Semen. . . quite a conversation stopper coming from a ten year old!
As Southend beckoned the next day we stayed within spitting distance of The Agincourt at the luxurious Travelodge. Of course a detour via the local 24hr store to buy beer. . . and wine. . . and cider . . . and . . . croissants was our first prority. A very civilised chat on such varied topics as politics, relegion, football and girls with big tits followed stretching well into the small hours.
Showers, Mcbreakfasts and nasty unhuman odours later and the mentallicraft was hurtling around the M25 Southend bound. We had a lazy day on the freezing cold promenade taking in the invigorating air and . . . brown sea?
At The Riga Steve was showing of his new PA and what great toy it is. The sound on and off stage was incredible which is maybe why the set grew to another 2 hour plus show. Was good as always to see Tony 'I Don't look like Freddie Mercury' amongst others.
So another memorable weekend came to an end. Inflatable guitar specialist Wayne was ejected in St Albans as he had a prior engagement and the rest of us went home to recover in time for next weekends jolly in South Wales.
In the words of James Hetfield, "It's all fun and games untill someone loses an eye. . . . . . . then it's still fun and games but you can't see it anymore. . . ".
