No one saw these posters as there was zero promotional effort from the venue. They then proceeded to try and sneak away once we had finished without paying us. It took us grabbing the engineer by the arm and escorting him to the back door where we had to wait for a good 10 minutes for him to come back out with petrol money for us and Blunt Truth. Looking back on it, I feel a little bad for grabbing him because it wasn't his fault that the promoter/owner was hiding in the back and hoping we'd give up on being compensated. The best part was them trying to get out of it through claiming they needed proof of identity through e-mail about being the right band after we played an hour and 45 minute set between us. Jord was able to pull up the facebook transcript where we were promised a backline and payment. No bass amp to be found and we ended up having to borrow cymbal stands and a drum stool from the pub that did open mics across the street. We would have been able to bring all the kit and equipment if anyone had actually returned our e-mails about what was available and who else was playing. The complimentary pint glass was put to good use on the drive home once Jon had finished all of his beer.oh, and it turns out I have a swollen lymph node in my neck mixed with a nice combo of fever, sore throat and earache. Doctor prescribed me penicillin to flush any infection or cases of the clap I might have picked up by hanging around dockside bars late at night.
-Lex
