It’s strange what sleep deprivation and alcohol consumption can do to a
persons mind.
Somewhere on a Highway that will remain nameless (basically because I cant
remember it’s fuckin’ name)
our arrangements with Harry Snow and the Peabody lads to pick up Ian and
myself from the side of the Highway failed miserably. Apparently we looked
little like the two straping robust men that we are, and more like “two
fuckin’ slags” Scary thing was they did pick us up and insist we perform
oral sex on all present.
Tour mascott James “the turkeyneck” Howard was already as drunk as Bon Scott
by the time I found my seat, it’s guaranteed to be a very long night.
Distancing myself from as many Drugs members as possible I find myself
co-pilot to Mr Graeme Trewin, together we talk all things rock, debate who
Bruno Peabody resembles more, Jeanie Little or my Aunt Allie (bless her
heart)and who will be the first casualty of the tour. I think it might be
tour virgin John Citizen.
Arriving for breakfast in some town whose name im sure I never even knew, we
creep into the morning light.
Ian Baddley who hasn’t seen the sun since The Cure were good, retreats back
to the van to chew on a small amount of cardboard.
Short breaks, Pitt stops, Breathers, Rest ups, call it what you will but why
is it when we stop on tour it turns into a 3 hour search party for a band
member who fails the simple task of van to shop, shop to van.
This time Ben Peabody and James “the turkeyneck” Howard are responsible and
pay dearly, the photos will be posted on the internet shortly.
Finally we arrive in Geelong with a free day to look around and see the
sights. Peabody disappear into their room for their pre-show orgy while us
more civilised venture into the heart of town for a look see.
Back at the Nash we meet up with the two missing Drug members, David Live is
a bit under the weather so retires to his room for a little rest, those one
hour flights from Sydney must be rough.
Mark Tracks is in keen spirits though and we all get together for a little
dinner (aahhhh).
Once back at the Nash we meet up with all our friends, the Mayor of Geelong
informs us that it’s fight night, the night when all the work chrissie
parties are on and things get a little rough. Why would five guys dressed in
beige have a problem?
Show time and Peabody show Geelong what fight night is all about, pumping
out all the hits. Everyone seems incredibly drunk incredibly early, free
drinks you see.
To quote David Live “I barely remember the show, infact did we actually play
at all, am I making sense” this sums up the state of mind of the majority of
The Drugs, bare in mind its only day 1.
I recall visiting a radio station for a little while, not sure who was there
though, I think John Citizen fell in love, very late night with about 30
mins sleep before Ian gets up to do the washing, I hope the bitch uses
softener.
On the road before we know it, I think at this stage I was actually beyond
sleep, it’s one of my favouite places, I’ll be visiting it again soon.
We head to Fitzroy & the Rob Roy to begin setting up. After breakfast and a
poke around Brunswick St we head off to Mr Craig Harneths for a wrinkle pup
christmas BBQ.
Back at the venue we catch up with some friends and watch The Suits rock
away.
The highlight of tonights show was definitely waching Ian Baddley make out
with his own reflection in a mirror that ran the full length of the stage
wall for the entire duration of a song.
The mirror will never be the same again.
We overstay our welcome and finally get pushed out the door around 4am, just
enough time to sleep and hit the road back to Sydney at 7am.
It’s strange what sleep deprivation and alcohol consumption can do to a
persons mind.
Till next time.
