Doh. We all don’t wanna go home now.

Tonight is the last gig in Lunen church which I’ve done twice before. Last time we created the A.R.S.E.H.O.L.E. club. (Anna Ryder Society Europe Home Of Lasting Entertainment) here in the pub across from the hotel.

Martin is going to Peru straight after this and then on to New York and Clive is going home and then touring with Jerry Donahue.

I am going to do the washing up I expect.

It was another loverley gig last night.

Having left the not-so-posh hotel we went to the gig to collect the gear. Each time we do a gig the routine is leave the gear at the gig, go back to the hotel, then in the morning get the gear and go on our way. It works really well cos you avoid 2 more load-ins.

We had a lovely day actually. First it was brilliant sunshine and warmth so we gradually changed into our shorts starting with Clive being stupid as usual.

We were given coffee and drinks by Peter who did the sound and we acted generally stupid and stuff. E.g. making silly noises, faces, etc and picturing ridiculous stuff.

We also went a-walking in the Giessen forest which was just around this curious bunker. Me and Martin sat in a tree making bird noises. Then Clive came and joined us having stuffed some leaves in his ears. And we all made jungle noises and tried to call Ulla. She didn’t come I spect she thought we were very embarrassing. To be honest I don’t see why cos usually she’s just as stupid as we are.

Then Clive found some lichen and we found some bark and we brought them back to the gig where we were sitting at outside wooden tables.

We got out Clive and Ulla’s swiss army knives upon each of them having a small but very powerful magnifying glass which we used to look carefully at our booty from the forest. Everyone looked including Peter and it is just so interesting what you can see through a magnifying glass. People should do this more often. When I get home I will immediately go and buy a magnifying glass round my local ironmongers which incidentally is called Torries.

Then off we went to Ladbergen a longish drive especially as expecting traffic and got it. Clive drove and Martin went in Ulla’s car. This was nice for everyone cos you get to spend time equally together.

Clive and me played nest and earthing the static electric build-up in Clive everytime we passed a wind-farm.

His static problem with the hi-hat still had not gone away BUT amazingly he didn’t have it last night so I reckon it’s cos we earthed him or it could be the fault of Ulla’s car???

We finally got to the motel. At a motel you just park your car right next to your front door and walk in. The rooms are basic but fine. We are right next to horrid places though but we don’t at all care cos we are grateful to have rooms each.

THEN…

Shock horror key lost crisis happened when Clive lost the car key IN HIS POCKET!!!!. It was just a ploy to get to look what we had in our bags. So unfortunately he saw my Lesbian porno mags and Ulla’s differently shaped and flavoured condoms and then Martin’s pornographic picture of double basses having sex with bassoons and suchlike. However we got to see Clive’s Crufts magazines as well as Pink fluffy handcuffs and stilletto heels and quite surprisingly, his trainspotter-spotter books in which he notes down the names and addresses of trainspotters.

We looked and looked everywhere. Then I saw the shape of the key pinned against his thigh in his rather fetching beige shorts. ‘That’s it! I said. No, it’s the hotel key thing. No it’s the key. No it’s not – we don’t have keys for this motel we have cards. Oh. Oops! This was after 3 hours of looking. Statico Man had blundered.

We took the piss out of him all day. Ha Ha Ha.

Here is a lovely cartoon Clive did of himself…

Ladbergen was great and I taught Ulla and Martin and Clive how to make owl hoots. A great achievement. But Martin could not teach us how to go ‘gggououououououou’. And he could not teach us to put our tongues sideways.

On the way to Ladbergen – I couldn’t believe it – my name is at last up on lamp-posts I have always wanted my name on lamp-posts. Clive’s also but not Martin’s – on the way out of Ladbergen this morning we stood next to them and took photos. We put Martin’s name on one poster too cos he is left out of the name-on-lamp-post thing. If you have your name on lamp-posts you have made it apparently.

We were yet again given nice food and drinks. I cannot imagine promoters in England doing this: providing top class food at the gig, and free drinks all evening and even breakfast in the morning and drive us to our hotel and pick us up in the morning and help load and unload our gear. Which is basically what Gerd did for us. (Mind you – I spect it’s because I don’t get the right gigs eh.) Gerd is another incredible person. He buys sailing boats on E-bay and does them up – big boats. He showed them to us this morning before we went. You can’t believe it. He not only runs this quite big club in Ladbergen but builds boats and sails them.

Anyway – we sat outside under a big tree with birds singing all around having our meal in our shorts with the sun shining. What more can you ask? The sound check was good. People started arriving. Because Clive is with us there are people who arrive to hear him. Also the odd nerk who wants him to sign 500 records of Aqualung. There was one such person tonight and Gig-God (Ulla) was not happy at all. She did her frightening school teacher look and pointed. Clive was ok with it and didn’t blinch.

There were 86 people at the gig!!!! PLUS Mark Gillespie (superstar) turned up to support us.

Mark has got his home in his van. Like Martin. Martin has got his home in a van also. But if you were thinking about it, you could say that Mark’s van is the equivalent of a mansion whereas Martin’s van would be a small hut. Mark is loverley person who has come from Manchester a long time ago and set himself up at Giessen to play music and tour. He has a band and did Cropredy last year. He has a beautiful dark voice and can just make up words on the spot. He speaks perfect German as well as obviously English. We got up with him to do a number. I felt bad cos at the end of the evening I totally forgot to thank him to the audience. It’s especially bad because I’ve been support lots and sometimes don’t get mentioned and you feel a bit…..well miffed really. Sorry Mark.

Anyway after the gig we went and saw his amazing home in a van-mansion type-thing. It’s a big van and even has room for an electric car inside it. It’s a kind of quad-bike thing. He is coming to Cropredy and says he will be the king Of Cropredy. I think he will with a set-up like that.

I am still thinking what is my super-hero name cos choc-girl isn’t quite right. We have Gig-God for Ulla, Coat-Boy for Martin and Statico-Man for Clive. What should I be? My quirks are …. My powers are being stupid, singing songs, playing instruments… Ulla says I should be The Boss. Perhaps I should be Boss-Girl or maybe or Mad-Girl… no not quite right.

I am supposed to be getting some sleep really cos this is the first time we’ve had during the day to rest. Instead I’m writing this. Cheery bike.