Dad Rocks!

Toby (Shoes and Socks Off) and I got on the coach to Folkestone, and were really looking forward to ride with National Express for 10 days. Hooraah. Things started off good. We were chatting, leaning, and laughing. All of a sudden this dude enters the toilet and starts throwing up in the sink. Fair enough we thought, but then the smell entered our nostrils, and it was horrid. We felt sorry for him but couldn’t do much about it, so we moved forward in the coach. One hour later he was seated just behind us, and had found a nice plastic bag. Inevitably he started vomiting in his nice bag, and the smell was just as horrid. We put up with it though, and thought of it as a nice experience included in National Express trips like this one to Folkestone. When we got off the coach the good man brought his bag of vomit with him, like a true gentleman. He then started asking people for directions, holding his bag of vomit in his hands. Maybe some sort of tradition or something.

Gig in Folkestone was absolutely marvelous. Both Toby and I were very impressed by the two opening acts. Dan Addison played some beautiful songs and looped all kinds of things like beatboxing. So sweet. Natalie Evans, a 21 year old girl, was probably the most skilled guitarist we’ve ever seen. And she had a beautiful voice, and great songs.

The promoter was a beautiful man named Alex. He took us out for dinner at Weatherspoons, and told me it was old mens Mcdonalds. I liked it. Both Toby and I had beans rice, and stuff like that. Apparently our promoter was sick as fuck, properly sick. But that didn’t stop him from being the nicest man on earth. Dedicated!

The show was absolutely beautiful, and we were quite surprised by having such a nice crowd in a small town like Folkestone where we had never been before.

It’s hard to say how we came up with this, but we kind of started doing imitations of Arnold Schwarzenegger (like most bands on tour do), but only in french. Imagining Arnold being french makes him a bit more harmless, which is a kind of a good thing. Ou est la baguette, s’il vouz plait?! You see? Driving in coaches for 6 - 7 hours straight + coffee makes us a bit weird. Just like the National Express.