Where is the bloody time going?
Two weeks tonight we play Golden Lion
So, I reckon time to gee up the boys.
So I sends 'em a text saying basically, hope your solo rehearsing is going well . . . keep it up . . . ensure you come to the gig knowing the set plus these four songs.
I receive a telephone call from the drummer man who tells me he has managed to find an app that allows him to have all the songs in one place that will allow him to access them . . . (eh?) . . . all he has to do now is to get his computer working . . . (ah).
Then a text comes in from Mr Bass Man . . . 'why? what's happening in two weeks?' . . . he's joking . . .right?
From the guitar man not a thing . . . zilch . . .nada . . .
All in all SNAFU.