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so thursday morning was a bit of a punish on the brain but we struggled through and got in the van. Stopped in at a shop in Coffs on the way to say hey to a friend and get some breakfast (sub standard coffee fyi) and then back through the road work hell that is the pacific highway. Got in to Forster around 4pm and checked in to the hotel and chilled out for a while.
Club Forster was a sight to see, the stairs we had to drag gear up and down were steep as fuck and about a mile high. What a fucking lug. We were relieved to see a lovely fruit and deli platter delivered to our room as there was still no booze on the rider. We ate about half of it before Ben, The Angels tour manager, came and put it in their room where it was actually destined. OOPS!!! sorry Ben!!!
Show was pretty good, played well, Buzz said nice things in between giving us shit too, they're a bunch of wisearses i tell you..
Angels got about 35 minutes in to their set before some dumb woman decided to pull Doc off the stage and poleaxe the guy in to the dance floor. Show over and a riot almost happened shortly after, the responsible party had to get escorted out the fire escape before she got a severe beat down too.
Had a random hello from a girl i went to school with which was bizarre and met up with Mo and I's friend Bones too.
Then back down the stairs and on to the hotel for a long night of watching infomercials