T is for Two Nights In Heaven (Tunbridge Wells yo!)

T Is For Tunbridge Wells

The morning after the night before was interesting because everything was wet. “You boys are very naughty” delivered in a sultry Welsh accent was the only punishment though, so we got out of there and back to England as fast as Mild Terror could take us. The venue where we would spend the next two nights was pretty cool in terms of decor, really trashy art, fender guitars made out of iron hanging on the wall, cheeky graffiti, but yet again, FREEZING. You also had to climb a ladder to get into the soundbooth and walk round the drums to get into the dressing room, so someone didn’t consider the layout too well, did they? The gig was one of our best, the crowd were well up for it, and we saw a worrying amount of Ash tattoos and sparkly pompoms. Stu and I headed off to stay with our new mate Pat, a music photographer who had been right in the heart of the glory days of Britpop, so we had plenty to chat about. I’m now going to hand over to someone from the hallion brigade to fill you in on what went on back at the party.

Luke

Shalom! After the gig we we’re joined by a couple of our Irish female friends (Andrea and Steph Fish) who like to party! The venue had decided to turn off the P.A after the gig and this just wasn’t acceptable, so Uncle Mark decided to crank the music through his bass amp. RESULT!! As we were playing two nights in Tunbridge Wells the kit was still set up. It became drummer heaven. Everyone had a bash at drumming along to their tune of choice! Especially Seargent Wheeler, who must have bashed the skins for an hour solid. It was also Josh’s (Ash Camera Gay) birthday, so he Josh took to the stage and sported some of his finest moves to Gay Bar, to say the least. Semi naked mosh pit to smells like teen spirit, Queen, Abba, Guns and roses and some Jacko to top things off. In true PK style, as if a party is never enough. Me,Steve, Niall, the two Belfast hallions, young and old McMurray and Unkle Mark head back to the bus for after hours. The night ended sat in a circle story telling. Irish er wha!

Ricky

Night two is deece yet again. Loads of different heads in and we deliver them a swift boot in the balls (ears) by winging our way through some old songs we haven’t done in a while. Probably a mistake but whatevs. Everyone is treated to Ash playing 1977 in it’s entirety (Innocent Smile, the outro of dreams, bet you forgot about that didn’t you?) and then Tim comes out with the quite lovely Emmy The Great (Emmy The Flippin’ Woman Of My Dreams more like) and give us some acoustic Strokes covers and never heard before Ash greatness in the form of upcoming single ‘Tracers’. The night has a real special atmosphere to it and everyone is whoopin’ and hollerin’ as we head off into the night and dream of the magical kingdom of Upper Norwood.

Luke

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