Late for a gig
If you have read some of my previous posts you may know that I'm a musician in my life outside the day job. Anyway, one Friday a few years back I was booked to play at a wedding in a place called Banknock, which is about an hour from where I live. So I got home from work, reversed the car up the drive for easy loading, ate, washed, dressed, read the paper for a bit and left to go to the wedding.

I was in good time, so was pootling down the road in no hurry. Somewhere on the A9, around Dunblane, I thought, "Bugger, I can't recall putting in my hard drive" (I used to carry a removable drive with sound samples stored on it) and looked over my shoulder to check whether I'd put it into the back of the car.

It wasn't there.

But neither was anything else. No keyboards, amplifiers, stands, cables. Nothing. I'd forgotten to load the car. I'd even folded the seats down in preparation, but hadn't actually loaded anything in, which went some way to explaining why I seemed to be in such good time.

So I had to about turn and leg it back home, much more quickly, and pick it all up. Now, most weddings run late. Except of course this one. So when I screeched sideways into the hotel car park and ran into the function room, the rest of the band and the whole company were ready and waiting for me.

What a fanny.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 28 Jun 2007, 11:35, Reply)