Well...
it was meant to be a gig double whammy sort of affair last night - two bands, both featuring assholes as their frontmen who I really wanted to wind up, playing different venues. So, we went to the first one, to see Scarlet Soho (I took the moral highground and warned them of my illness so as not to pass it on and infect them), and waited, and waited a bit more, watched them set up the stage, then watched them unset the stage and load up their van.
Apparently, the sound engineer had fallen asleep.
While I don't blame him, that's pretty shoddy. SS couldn't play as they were first on the bill and it meant that if they hadn't, the other bands couldn't.
So, we left the venue and headed onto band mark II on the other side of town, to discover a bald guy with an accordian singing/screaming sea shanties in place of where Miss Black America should be. The venue staff didn't really care that the main band hadn't turned up, it turns out that they'd got stuck in traffic after an accident on the M25...
I can't help but feel that I'm somehow responsible for jinxing those bands and their ability to play a proper gig in Brighton.
Oh well, fingers crossed for VHS or BETA tonight...