It's an awe-inspiring venue (they built the channel tunnel there, before shipping it off under the sea) and as a result it sounded like we were trapped in a huge echo chamber. Despite the reverb completely destroying my "witty banter" with the audience, and one of Andy's brushes flying apart mid-set, AND a string breaking on my guitar, AND there being absolutely no sound coming out of the monitors, the show went pretty well. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and it was probably the biggest crowd we’ve performed for yet.
Note to self: don’t get mashed on cocktails before a gig. I had a lucky escape this time, as I was still slightly lucid and in-control come gig time; but it could easily have been a terrible debacle. That said, however, it is a long-standing dream of mine to stagger onto the stage in a tux and swigging from a bottle of Bollinger; a true image of bacchanalian rock'n'roll excess if ever there was one! Maybe at the Bearfaced summer BBQ gig...
