Dear diary:
Last Friday saw the final Crash of term, and with it Protocol{insert arbitrary number here}'s 3rd ever gig, playing on the marketplace stage. The gig was good fun: we screwed up a new song but nobody seemed to noticably notice, which makes it less embarrassing. Having to lug all of our gear (and we have a lot of it!) offstage and up two floors as soon as we'd finished was a bit rubbish: we need more roadies, preferably dressed in silly hats (more on that later).
Photos (courtesy of Ollie and Chaz)
OOOoooooooooooooooh, pretty lights… we look like the blimmin Chemical Brothers in that photo, supercool!
If you were in the Graduate on Friday and couldnt find a free stool to sit down on, we can but apologise.
This lord was The Modern's introducer/roadie/dancer. He was a bit odd, and besides: a grey top hat with a black 3-piece suit? Foolish honky! Silly hat indeed.
As for the Modern, they had songs about discotheques and such like. As for their singer: before soundcheck I bounded across the marketplace floor towards who I thought was Amy (our singer) but, halfway across, realised it wasn't actually Amy at all, and that it was too late to pretend like I wasn't bounding towards her like a proud, wet labrador with a freshly retrieved stick. To her credit she was friendly and pretty down-to-earth.
Err, yes. Yet more glowsticks, constructed into a chain that puts even Mr. T to shame. But it's all about putting them in your laces:
Oh yes, the promise of silly hats. I'll even throw in Ollie's Ibanez Jamitar and a few glowsticks for good measure. Here ya go:
Cheers Milly