OK, so they don’t know how to put together a decent burger
and everyone seems so pale and dour but, hey, we’re pale and
dour too so we fit right in with
The first shows are in
I like them, they invented punk and they know how to drink - boy do they know how to drink – and they like us right back ten-fold. They show their appreciation by throwing shit and spitting on us.
We tell them that they should drop the ‘Faster’ and ‘Cat’ from their name, that way people know what they’re going to get when they buy their ticket. Nottingham,
bad backstage food, hangovers and seedy after-hours clubs where they put us in VIP booths and feed us warm beer while we’re over-run with spotty skanks with bad teeth and loose drawers; our kinda girls!
Four days later we’re in
After the show we have a full day to recover and chillax so we all make plans to go see Big Ben,
different parts of town it’s all we can do to get ourselves back to our hotel to pick up our passports, finish off whatever drugs are left, check out and hot-foot it over to Heathrow airport for the flight back home.
Our four-month US tour starts in three days.