Well that was a random night

Last night, I got a phone call asking If I wanted to go bowling. I replied positivly an had my tea. Sortly afterward, another which changed the plan to seeing a band in Glasgow. Fair enough, seeing a random band would be ok.

Franny and Stu picked me up and we sped (pretty quickly) off to Glasgow. Little did I know how interesting this night would be.

The first time we got lost was interesting. I think we went round a roubdabout about 5 or 6 times trying to pick an exit. My phone with its gps capabilities was pretty useless. Franny picked an exit and we drove, further getting lost. Eventually we saw a sign for the city center and followed that.

About 500 meters away from the venue (Carling Academy), a dog ran out into the street. Thankfully, the car infront of us slowed down in time so I don’t think it was hit though I could be wrong. Round the corner, we saw a fox (never seen one before, let alone in the middle of a city) doing its thing. Very strange.

We abandoned the car in a private car park, got our tickets and went in to the gig.

Caught the tail end of the support band, I think they were calld Hotleg. Think hair metal with Justin Hawking as the singer. Not bad but the singing was too high pitched.

The main band were a group called Extreme. With a name like that, I thought it would be death metal or some derivative which had me a bit worried, we were in prime mosh pit space. Thankfully, they were less heavy than I thought.

Two phrases that spring to mind when describing the vocalist are “bust a move” and “strike a pose”. The guy was working the entire stage, swinging the mic stand about, climbing on stacked boxes and even riding the bass amps like a horse at one point.

Not sure hoe to describe their music. Good chunky riffs (for the most part) but the singing was a bit naff in my opinion. Eventually after over an hour and a half of playing, they departed the stage for good and we left for the next interesting phase of the trip, getting home.

We got lost. Franny had no idea how to get back to the motorway so we drove about, taking random roads, almost running a red light (again). After 15 mins of random driving, we found the motorway and got on thinking it would take us back to Perth. Oh how wrong we were.

To give you an idea, we crossed the Fourth Road Bridge.

Eventually we got back to Perth, cruised about for a bit and then I crashed at my house leaving the stoners to do what they do at 1am.

Next time we do this, I’m bringing a real sat-nav.