Well against the odds Rotten Hill Hang had a great gig last night at the good ship.
What were the odds? Well mainly that I packed everything into the car (that’s Arran’s drums, which I still had from Friday’s gig and my guitar, effects pedal (no great loss) and, worst of all, HAT!), shut the boot, and promptly realised that I’d locked my car key inside, where it remains.
We were due on stage at 9pm, so I called the AA, who said that yes, they could come out within the hour (I specifically checked because it was already 7:20), but that I’d have to upgrade to home call out, plus pay a call out charge of £85. I did so, but at 8:20 I decide to call to check where they were. It seemed that they could now not make it till around 9:30pm, so instead I called my friendly local rehearsal studio and borrowed, or rather hired, a guitar.
As “luck” would have it, in the light of the current credit crunch wifey and I had spent the day reviewing our finances and found that a) if we cut out some of the bizarre forgotten direct debits we could save the equivalent of a reasonable holiday every year (to save repeating myself I wrote about it on my whimsical side project how to survive the credit crunch) and b) we really can’t afford such baboonery as locking keys in the car.
Worse still, at some point during the evening the guitar that I’d borrowed, a rather spiffing Telecaster reissue that was almost exactly the same as the one Mick was playing, developed a large chip in the veneer on the back that I’m going to have to pay for one way or another.
Bottom line, that gig, in front of about 20, admittedly very enthusiastic, people, will cost me a small fortune :-S
I like to think there’s a lesson to be learned, but the worst thing is, I can’t for the life of me think what it is! Suggestions are invited.
P.S. The key is still locked inside the car, but it will be sprung tomorrow one way or another, because we have our gig at the 100 Club tomorrow evening so I need my own guitar and, more importantly, my hat!