Love in the time of Swine Flu

DAY THREE
An early start. Back in Nottingham briefly to swap the 2 vans the hire company fobbed us off with for the one van Jugganaught known in the trade as The A Team Van. It's a 6 seater beast with room for all our gear and the rest.
The morning brought an early start for Joe in the daily scratchcard bit for financial solvency. 9.15 yielded a one pound win dissolved into a new card and no repeat luck. Onwards!

The road to Sheffield brought some boozing, some sun and Major Lazer on the speakers. Front and back with bluetooth for your phone..which we have not figured out how to turn off so every time James makes a call it interferes with the system..

We had lodgings for the night at the Quine's Sheffield residence but had to wait for Ben to arrive with the keys..so we spent the afternoon in the garden hoping it was the right house..but not to bothered either way.

Once all parties had merged with loaded up supplies for the evening's frivolity - including a 10.7% Beer that claims 'made from real chili peppers'. It does not state which member of the Chili Peppers or if it's a combination of all 4.
Review to follow in the morning on that..

The Redhouse-A tidy little venue containing one room and one stage and an outdoor patio area thing. All very tasteful.

Bands featured were Girl's Last Chance - who had the bold move of headset microphone wearing drummers and waistcoat + no shirt wearing singer. Pop punk malarky.

Zombie Headhunters fucking brought it though! Check them out if you can-they are on the road for the next week at least. Punk at it's best. They dropped a Misfits cover..so dig that.

We took to the stage to a hometown crowd (or journeyed up the M1 for the privilege) made up of Captain Cor Blimey, Mesters CEOs and other assembled associates. Props and thanks to you all, it made it a killer gig and set us on our way to the 2nd half of our jaunt.

Tomorrow we tackle Horncastle, which is famous for being the one place on our tour NO ONE has heard of.

SHOUT OF THE DAY
Goes today to Guinness the Cat - Redhouses cat in residence, who spent the first hour of the night sat on the tour waiting for punters. Wild.