We played 2 amazing support slots with our fave band, Dreadzone.
The shows were amazing and we’ve been offered gigs in London and Spain off the back of them.
Yesterday, me, Doghouse and the Dr. went for lunch and a few beers and spirits were high.
P&O phoned to say he was just clearing some old stuff off the laptop and he’d be over to continue recording.
“PLLEEEAAASSEE LLLEEEAAVVVEE THHHE LLLAAPTOOPPP AS IT IS”, we said to him.
he sed dont worry, its fine.
he turned up, plugged in and SURE enough, all the fucking WORK I HAVE DONE in the last month while that TWAT plays his fucking XBOX, DOghouse earns his £150 a day, and the Dr visits the 13th dimension, IS FUCKING GONE.
i am seriously out of this project unless some fucker helps out with the workload, and P&O stops being such a FUCKING RETARD.