Take me home, again – 24th March 1992

Well, the service station was interesting for about 5 minutes! I was lucky it was open 24 hours I suppose.

I kept occupied by playing the arcade machines and reading the Nirvana interviews in Q, Select and Smash Hits! I tried to crash out behind a barrier in one of the restaurant areas, but couldn’t sleep at all. Back to the machines. Had my dinner at 2am! I tried to crash out again, but a security guard said I couldn’t, but by now it was light again. Just dossed about for the next six hours or so and went to check on my car.

The extremely unhelpful chap there said, “Oh, it might be ready today. ” Fuck – I did not want to spend another sleepless night here. He said he’d do his best and to try later. Hmm! Pissed about for three more hours and really got fed up and miserable. I prayed it to be ready on my return, and lo and behold, it was parked outside – yeah!

The chap asked how I’d like to pay, and I said by cheque, but he said he could only take two cheques for £50, and the bill came to £185!

He suggested a bank transfer, so I had to ring up my bank but they wouldn’t do it without written permission, and said it would take three days anyway – oh my god! You can’t even begin to imagine how I felt just then!

Finally, I phoned good old mother and used her Access to pay the bill – that’s what mums are for, right? (thanks mum!).

At last – on my way home. It was a pity I had to fuck about for the last day, and I nearly stopped off on the way back to try and find another gig (Citizen Fish), but I was so tired I thought better of it. I got back at about 8.15pm, by which time meant I’d been awake for about 34 hours! Needless to say, I had a beer and fell straight to sleep, to dream about driving, and some band I met – forget their name now!

ASK YOURSELVES A QUESTION?

Ralph: No, how about if I ask you: Did you enjoy following us around all week, considering you needed your clutch repaired to the tune of £200 because of it, and what are your impressions of VF as people?

Shaun: Yeah, I really enjoyed following the band around. I wasn’t really expecting to get to all the gigs because of my car (I knew it was going to break down somewhere!), but as there were only 2 shows left and I was halfway towards the Wigan show, I just thought fuck it – let’s do it! The car is a bummer, but what the fuck, you gotta have some fun! I had adopted a kind of motto after the car broke down, which goes “First comes the Victims Family, second my welfare and finally my car’s welfare!”

The Victims Family as people? Well, anybody who’s prepared to talk to an ugly bastard like me has to be cool!

Larry is just great! Initially, I thought of him as a kind of Cheech character. Not quite with it if you know what I mean! But fuck, it’s always the quiet ones who make you laugh the most, and he’d often come out with great one-liners or even one-worders!

Tim was happy to talk, especially about music (‘cept maybe his previous metal band!). He was surprised at my knowledge of bands that he liked or knew and “chuffed to fuck” I picked up the Pitchfork CD for him in Wigan. He especially had an affection for English sayings such as “champion” and “fark right orf mate!”

Ralph, I talked to most and he was prepared to chew the fat about anything from music to politics and didn’t mind giving me the rundown on the history of Nicaragua. To discover the fact he used to drop acid and still smokes dope really surprised me – he’s a pretty together bloke, though he has the benefit of more years than the rest of us! Is that ageist, Ralph?

I don’t think you can fault their musicianship in any way, even if you don’t like their music, and I still stick to the fact that most good technical bands are three pieces. It seems that you have to make do with what you’ve got and it’s fun to explore new ways to do things with your instruments.

You’d never realise Tim only has a tom, a floor tom and one cymbal (besides the regular bass, snare and hi-hat) by the amount of different rhythms he gets from the kit. Larry’s bass playing is incredible – I’ve never seen hands move so fast. Ralph is also exploring the guitar and looking for new bits of it to play, and all at the same time as streamlining the songs into more conventional patterns. Wow – what a band!

Of course, I have to mention sound man and part-time merchandiser Josh, who, again, was very approachable even though suffering from a cold for most of the time. Hey Josh, how many of those guitar string bearings did you end up with? Enough for a necklace, I’m sure! And finally, Hetty, tour organiser and main driver, who had to put up with many jibes about her love for house music! She told me they got their van tyres fixed in Newport within a half-hour, and a clutch sorted out in Stoke in a couple of hours. She couldn’t understand how come how come my car was going to take so long to fix. I think maybe I can put it down to not being a pretty blonde Dutch girl!

Five cool people, six progressively better rocking shows, mad music, mad people, mad times – you want to know if I enjoyed myself? Go figure!

Hey dudes… Later!

Dreamscape and Delusions – 23rd March 1992

Woke up pretty groggy this morning, but soon revived with tea and toast. Alan and I got a lift into Birmingham with John and Ghita (after a little trouble starting their car) and we said goodbye before catching our respective buses out of town.

I had the horrible task of getting back to the service station where my car was. I first got a bus to Walsall, where I attempted to hitch up the M6 at junction 7, but to no avail. I caught another bus into Walsall town centre and out again to junction 10. After about 3/4 hour in the freezing wind, a cool chap picked me up just before it pissed down!

Got to the garage at the service station to see my lovely car and the wreckage of my clutch! They were still waiting for new parts and said it probably wouldn’t be ready til tomorrow, so I now had an overnight stay in the services – oh what fun!

DREAMSCAPE & DELUSIONS: I just can’t think straight. I’ve been up all night and my mind is floating all over the place. My body’s here – I know this cos it’s hurting. This is hard to write. The food in here smells great. It’s sixty pence for a tomato. Do you think they are special? The floor seemed nice – shame I didn’t get to sleep on it. I could make a life-size maggot out of the plaque on my teeth. That girl over there looks nice – pity I can’t see her without my glasses, not that I’d be able to focus my sight anyway. Oh, it’s a boy! Small noises are erupting around me from everywhere. It’s a cacophony. A symphony of knives scratching porcelain, lighters lighting, cups clattering and that chap over there chattering. Concentration is this big, no, this big. Maybe, this big. What am I talking about? Is this madness or is this me? Now that was definitely a girl!