A Man Called Drake And His Project

(Part Two)

 

Day Four, Gig Three

(So near, yet so far)

 

Sunday 19^th May 2024

Manchester, Academy.

Bruce Dickinson, Black Smoke Trigger.

Where do I even begin with today? With 19^th May? If you saw it in a film you wouldn’t believe it and yet here you are about to read it in a blog. Some of you already know the story, for those that don’t, here’s a link.

https://nogginwalsall.blogspot.com/2023/04/scream-for-me-sarajevo-from-walsall-to.html

For those that didn’t clink on the link or don’t want the full story. 19^th May 1993, Iron Maiden, Manchester, G-Mex, is where I met Olly and Big Jon (now you really need to go and read those blogs, I can’t explain everything here). 19^th May 2001 my daughter’s birthday.

I couldn’t get a train from Glasgow to Manchester, well I could, but it would have meant changing trains 4 times or something silly, so I did the trip on National Express. It would take the same amount of time and it would be a fraction of the price, less than £20, result!

My daughter lives in Cumbria with her Mum and is about to graduate from Carlisle University. The coach from Glasgow to Manchester had two stops, Hamilton, and Carlisle.

Last night, as soon as the clock on my phone read 00.00 I took a screen shot and sent it to my daughter wishing her a happy birthday, now I was heading towards Carlisle on a coach.

The coach pulled into Carlisle on time and left on time leaving me no time to see my daughter. The coach then drove straight passed her student house on Warwick Rd. So near, yet so far.

This is the life you live when you’re on the road, whether you are in the band, the crew, or a fan, you make sacrifices all day every day. Every significant day that you can name, anyone in a band or the crew has missed it, and travelling fans are no different, from births to funerals and every date in between. As I mentioned before, we’re all just travelling under the umbrella of music.

Now I found myself back in Manchester, on 19^th May, my daughter’s birthday, in the city where I met Olly and Big Jon, who I’d later do the Bruce tours with… etc… etc… etc… weird how life works out isn’t it.

The queue outside the Academy was massive, it wasn’t like this last time Bruce played here. The last time he played here he played the Hop & Grape, a tiny little venue inside the building next door that holds about six people.

Fan boys. Wankers the lots of them. Where were these people in the 90’s? If they weren’t old enough then that’s fine, but most of the people in that queue where so obviously old enough. As I walked passed the queue I saw one Bruce shirt, lots of Maiden shirts, mainly from the last tour, but only one Bruce shirt.

At Wolverhampton I saw one Skunkworks shirt, being won by a female stepping out of the lift, we spoke briefly, I saw two Balls shirts and one Chemical Wedding shirt.

At Glasgow I saw one Tattoo Millionaire shirt, the same as the one I was wearing, it was being worn by Gary who bought it for £50 online as he was only three months old in 1990. He’s seeing Bruce play in Luxemburg on his birthday. I met him in Argyle Street as I walked back to my hotel.

If you know anything at all about T Shirts and T Shirt culture you’ll fully understand the significance of what I’ve just written.

I collected my ticket and neatly side stepped an even bigger queue than Wolverhampton. After reading what I’ve just written do you think that there was even the slightest feeling of guilt in queue jumping. Was there fuck!

Once inside I went to work on my blog, the game now really was a foot.

I eventually found myself stage right in the hope of witnessing the pit and to try and grab a photo of something different. I did. By now I was in full on blog mode. I’d been struggling to find my angle, except I hadn’t, I’d already found my angle, I just wasn’t listening, not properly. I was also looking and not seeing. Talk about being caught in the eye of the storm. It was all happening around me and all I had to do was stand still and pause. So that’s what I did. I stood still and paused.

After the gig I saw Gary who I meet in Glasgow last night and as promised he was wearing his bright red Bruce shirt. As we were chatting Andhe and Sam ran over to me and handed me the Bruce set list. I almost burst into tears.

I called them back and tried to explain about 19^th May, G-Mex, my daughter’s birthday, Manchester, one million words poured out of my mouth at a million miles an hour, I was tripping over my words and in the end I just said sorry, I’ll explain it all another day.

I tried to offer them my thanks, but you know something, I could have used a million words a lot slower, but I still don’t think I could have explained my gratitude adequately. Is there ever a time when the words “thank you” say everything you need to say?

Andhe, Sam, THANK YOU!

Remember when after Glasgow I asked if it would be all downhill from here? Well, I never thought that I’d see the day when Manchester would give Glasgow a run for its money, but they did. That’s three gigs in a row now, three. Three gigs were I’d struggle to pick the best. Glasgow, would just shade it, but maybe only because it was Glasgow on a Saturday night.   

As I’d briefly alluded to, I was doing these gigs strictly under doctor’s orders and by the end of the Manchester gig I was hurting, so off the pub we all went. Two very quick pints of ale in the hope of killing the pain before walking across the road to my hotel.

With perfect symmetry, Bruce Dickinson gig 40 Black Smoke Trigger gig 04

I got a Facefuck friend request from Bruce Dickinson tonight.

 

Day Five, Travel Day

(I’m so glad I packed my invisibility cloak)

 

Monday 20^th May 2024

Manchester to Hertfordshire.

Maybe I always had my angle.

As I said earlier, all I had to do was stand still and pause and that’s exactly what I found myself doing at Piccadilly train station.

Bruce T Shirts buzzed around me like bees in a summer meadow. Whizzing passed me, rushing to catch trains, in every direction, like one of those time lapse videos when you see one person standing still and everyone else becomes a blur of movement.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many Bruce T Shirts in one place at one time. I just stood transfixed giggling to myself. Completely invisible to them. No one bothered me. No one spoke to me. No one recognised me. No one came up to and said, “Are you Noggin?” 

I was wearing a Hearts & Hand Grenades T Shirt, their T Shirts became my invisibility cloak and wore them for the whole tour.  

And there it was. Plain as day. I’d made myself invisible, because I no longer wanted to be associated with them. I’d escaped.

There it was, Piccadilly train station, the biggest mirror I’d ever looked into and it was telling me true, there was no hiding from it, the Albatross fell from my neck, the weight I’d been carrying around simply flew away. I hope the Albatross lives a long and happy life.

I still wore a Bruce T Shirt at the gigs and I will continue to do so. I’m more than happy to spend all day chatting about Bruce records and Bruce gigs, while at a Bruce gig, otherwise, please leave me alone and don’t mention him. 

While we’re on the subject of being invisible. We were three gigs into a UK tour of six gigs and no one to my knowledge had seen Bruce. Everyone was commenting on it and not in a good way. Lets be honest, everyone was pretty much moaning about how he wasn’t coming out after gigs signing stuff.

Me being me, said, “Well, why should he?”

Them. “Well, Arry does it…”

Me. “That’s because Arry is playing pubs and clubs…” 

Them. “That’s no excuse.”

Me. “Yes it is, when Bruce was playing pubs and clubs, when all the fan boys had turned their backs on him, he was coming out and chatting, taking us to the pub, or the hotel, or flying, or to his house in some cases… now all these people want a piece of him, just because he’s back in Maiden, explain to me again how the fans who turned their back on him have the right to meet him…”

And on and on our conversations went. 

I love my mates. We are allowed to argue our points face to face, until we are blue in the face, but we are still mates. When our opinions differ, so be it. We are still pals. We still go up the bar and share a beer a or two. And that’s how it should be.

I offer my opinion. They offer their opinion. Then we both agree that I was right. It’s very simple.

You know, it would save us all a lot of time if we all just agreed that I was right. I’m always right. Have you ever known me to be wrong? Actually, don’t answer that.

 

Day Six, Gig Four

(Today’s password is Rec Room, Buffalo, NY)

 

Tuesday 21^st May 2024

Swansea, Arena.

Bruce Dickinson, Black Smoke Trigger.

 In Swansea. In pain and feeling very sorry for myself.

Today’s invisibility cloak was provided by Rec Room. My good pals from Hearts & Hand Grenades, who are on tour in the USA supporting some band I’ve never heard of, are playing a home town gig tonight at the Rec Room. If I wasn’t doing this Bruce tour I’d be over there. If I can’t be with them then they could be with me.

https://nogginwalsall.blogspot.com/2024/02/the-rec-room-buffalo-ny-and-story.html

I hadn’t been to Paddington station since London 2012 when me and my daughter went to Cardiff to see some of the football at the Millenium Stadium, and explored Cardiff Castle. 

I travelled to Swansea with the ghosts of adventures past. I had a moment to myself and a little weep. I pulled myself together, walked into the next carriage and sacrificed a virgin. Hail Satan!

I briefly met up with Mick at the pub before going to venue, Mick continued stuffing his face.

I  got to venue just time for the skies open up, and when it rains in Swansea it rains. Turns out that I’d been misinformed and I shouldn’t have queued up in the rain. Eventually I got to where I needed to be and by now I was starting to suffer and it was starting to show. 

The staff at the box office offered to swop my standing ticket for a seating ticket, not only did I get offered a seating ticket but an aisle seat too. WOW! Stephen and Denise, thank you.

They just basically said either stand or sit, it’s your call, if you need anything just ask one of the security team.

As I leant on the barrier I could see one of the security team talking into his Captain Scarlet head set. I can lip read. It was me he was talking about. I made myself known and I was well looked after. This was a very interesting development. I felt a new angle appearing.

Tonight wasn’t just a new venue for me but it was my first gig in Swansea too. Well as a punter anyway. I worked a BBC Biggest Weekend with Wolf Alice and a Stereophonics gig here a few years ago.

What a stunning venue. Well worth a visit. Can we come here again please. Thanks. A modern venue with modern staff and modern mentally to in house security. Customers first bullshit and acting like a total cock last. I can not recommend this venue enough.

Would it be a fair critique that the gig got a little lost inside the vast cavernous surroundings? Royal Albert Hall anyone?  

I found myself chatting to BST at the merch after gig, I say chatting, I basically interviewed them. Question after question after question. Sorry about that guys. But I needed the info.

Arguably, the most interesting answer was they only had 400 plectrums made for the tour and we all agreed that it wasn’t enough. So, if you managed to get a Black Smoke Trigger plectrum on this tour, give it a few years and it’ll be worth a small fortune. You’ll be able to sell it on eBay for 50, 60, maybe even 70p.   

Speaking of Black Smoke Trigger, they filmed tonight’s gig, which was great, at least they didn’t fall into the predictable trap of filming London.  

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurting by the time the gig was over because I was. I’d offered my thanks to the staff on the barrier who’d looked out for me during the gig before making my way the to the merch.

Mick suggested going to the pub for liquid pain killer. I agreed.

I got a Facefuck friend request from three different Bruce Dickinson’s tonight.

 

Day Seven, Travel Day

(Strange the things that happen at a train station)

 

Wednesday 22^th May 2024

Swansea to Hertfordshire.

While killing time at Swansea train station, I started to take photos of Gran, there was nothing special in it as I do it all the time.

When suddenly, a member of staff appeared from over my left shoulder and gave Gran her very own ticket. I just fell about the place laughing. I guess you had to be there but it was funny.

I introduced the member of staff to Gran. I explained about Gran, where she was born, why I take her on the road, going into First Class and onto the flight deck of a 777 on the way to Buffalo.

The cult of Gran continues to grow.

While I remember, how does fuck off sound?

Let me make this as clear as I can. No, I was not on the guest list. No, I did not have passes. Have I made that clear enough?

If people want to ask a direct question, Are you on the guest list or do you have passes? I think that’s a straight, honest, and open question. To which my answer was no.

But there were people out there that just presumed that I was on the guest list or just presumed that I had passes, and it drove me mad. It was the assumption that some way, somehow, I would just instantly be put on the guest list or given passes. Like I’d just walk up, knock on the door, and say, remember me, giz a pass.

They would say, But, you’re on the guest list, right? Or they would say, But, you’ve got passes, right? And it was being said in a negative way, with a twist, with venom. 

People presumed and actually said, but you were on the guest list in the 90’s, you had passes in the 90’s. You’re right I did, but that was 30 years ago and secondly, and we’d actually bought tickets in the 90’s.

Let me make this as clear as I can.

When we (because it wasn’t just me) did all of those gigs back in the 90’s we bought tickets in advance just like everyone else. Bruce was gracious enough to give us passes as a thank you for making the effort, for not turning our backs on him like others had, it was literally his way of saying thank you. He looked after us like we looked after him.

Having the passes just made doing the gigs easier because we could go in early and use the toilets, or stay inside after show and just chill.

It was twisted logic, what they were saying was, but you had passes then, why not now. Were they having a pop at Bruce or not believing me? I’m still not sure.

Rant over.

But you can still fuck off. If you wouldn’t mind.

Thanks.

 

Day Eight, Gig Five

(“Hello Noggin…”)

 

Thursday 23^rd May 2024

Nottingham, Rock City.

Bruce Dickinson, Black Smoke Trigger.

Nottingham. OMFG! I could fill a whole blog banging on about what happened today. But I won’t.

I arrived at Nottingham to find rumours of altered door and show times. I bumped into Andhe who confirmed it. We all agreed that we needed to get this information onto social media via personal and official sites, and quickly, so we did.

I met up with Olly (yes that one) we went to the Tap n’ Tumbler pub around the corner to wait for his brother Tom and we confirmed our usual, mixing desk after the show. Why is there a photo booth in the pub? Bizarre!

I popped back to the car and then on the way back to the pub I promptly got distracted. Sorry Olly.

While chatting to security, they sensed something was wrong and I explained about my recent surgery and quick as a flash they said, pop down to the front of the queue and speak to our colleagues and they will get you in early. I instantly thought of Glasgow, while thoughts of the previous gig in Swansea also got me thinking. I went into blog overdrive. This is an angle that wound make a protractor weep.

I walked down to the main doors, no staff to be seen.

By now, I was more than a little curious as to the early access for disabled people, who qualifies as disabled, how it works, and why should I be given access to this. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask. It was just a question of finding the right person to ask.

I chatted to mates who were at the front of the queue while all the time keeping an eye on the ever growing queue for early access, which at one point was larger than the biped queue (thanks to Leonne for that description).

Speaking of Leonne, I ended up chatting to a girl in a wheel chair who was with her son Kris. Fuck. And I thought I could talk.   

We spent the rest of our time together swapping stories, revolving around a simple theme of telling each other our individual stories and experiences and me asking questions.

At one point I said something along the lines of, “Is that a really stupid question?” “No, but you’re the only one brave enough to ask” was Leonne’s reply. That’s when I knew I was on a winner. Not only had I found the right person, but I was going to be able to ask difficult questions and I was going to get a truthful answer. The ability to listen without prejudice combined with the courage to ask awkwardly painful questions.

Remember The Red Thread of Fate? Now do you see how it works?

What an education that was. Forget being a nurse, she needs to be a teacher. She needs to get into schools, actually, no, I’m wrong. She needs to get into politics. Whoever her local MP is they need Leonne on their team.

People like Leonne need to be positions of authority, they need to be policy creators and decision makers. The world would be a better place.

She taught me and told me many things, and I mean many, but the one lesson I will take away more than any other lesson is this one.

The main reason venues have early access is to stop them being sued. If they let everyone in at the same time, those that are less mobile will get pushed over, injured, and hurt, and that ultimately leads to law suits. By allowing early access, those less mobile can get in at their own speed and once everyone is in and settled, the main doors can open.

If ever there was a perk to having a disability, then surly this is it, right? There I go again with those awkward and difficult questions and observations.

Not only did that make perfect sense, what I wasn’t expecting is that I was to witness it later. Here’s what happened.

As we continued to chat, I mentioned my surgery, and being a Nurse, she knew what my body had, and was still going through. I also mentioned my experiences at Glasgow and Swansea. 

As the doors opened Leonne asked, “Are you coming in with us?” Well, I wasn’t going to do that, but I instantly saw an opportunity to witness something.

“Can I watch how you get up?” as she started to get up out of her wheel chair and onto crutches to navigate the stairs leading into the venue, “I’m just like anyone getting up” she replied, “No, you’re not” I countered.

I watched as much as I could, I tried to stay out the way as much as I could, and I tried to remember as much as I could, knowing full well that in a few days I’d have to find a way to explain this in a blog.

I spoke a member of staff about getting access because I don’t have the Ticketbastard App. But he was more concerned with chatting on his phone and he just let me in. Um. Of all the days to forget my thermonuclear weapons. Good job I’d actually paid to get in and I wasn’t up to no good.

I watched as Kris folded up Leonne’s wheel chair, the staff to my observations, were very clam, helpful, friendly, and before I knew it we were stood at the bottom of the stairs.

I really needed a piss, so I said my goodbyes, mentioned the mixing desk after gig, and went for a piss. Then it happened. I stepped out of the toilets, turned right, and started to slowly stagger up the stairs, at which point I heard a rush from behind me. The doors had been opened.   

I got totally splattered across the stairs. I’m telling you right now, everyone rushing passed me frankly couldn’t give a fuck and didn’t give a fuck. I got splattered.

Now I got it. The one thing being ill teaches you is humility, it shows you how vulnerable you are, and as much as you like to empathise until you are in that position you can only sympathise.

Some of the people that splattered me on the stairs were people I’d call friends, fellow fans, travelling under the umbrella of music, well I guess I learnt another lesson.

When Leonne asked, “Are you coming in with us?” I felt cheap, a cheat, I felt imposter syndrome. I didn’t now.

At some point I’m going to get better, well again, I’m going to go back to my fully functioning biped world. I’m going to do everything I can told hold on to empathy.  

“Hello Noggin…” said Bruce from the stage, then he laughed, before the band played Tears Of The Dragon. He knows I hate that song. GIT! Still, it was a great ego trip and didn’t it piss the fan boys off. OMFG! Didn’t it piss the fan boys off. Love it. Thank you mate.     

At the mixing desk after the show is the place to be. Olly, Tom, and Black Smoke Trigger all rocked up and we all decide that going to the pub was the best option. I’d been inviting BST for a beer all week and now they were up for it, “You can buy us that beer…”they said, so off to the Tap n’ Tumbler we all went.

By the time I rocked up the pub was in full on party mode.

Right, who wants a beer? Is probably not the most sensible question to ask in a pub full of drunken bums. So off to the bar I went with Andhe as I needed an extra pair of hands.

Once we got to the bar Andhe took me to one side and said, the drinks are on us, we have a tab, thank you for being there every night, we all appreciate your support… WOW! Just how classy is that. That’s big boy league. Just for the record because I was driving I had soda water and lime.

I asked the band to sign my Hertford poster. I got introduced to their manager. Miranda rocked up. Loads of photos were taken. I lost Olly and Tom for the second time that day and speaking of photo’s…

I then got introduced to a game that Black Smoke Trigger play. How many people can you get into a photo booth. So that’s why there’s a photo booth in the pub. What a brilliant idea. 

And finally (and I’ve asked permission to write this). In the middle of a wonderful evening. The band took out a mobile phone and showed me the album artwork, “You’re the first person to see this…” they said. *

Seriously, where do you even begin to pick that apart? Remember at the start when I banged on about just being travellers on the road, looking out for each other, not being a fan boy. To be shown that level of friendship and trust. EEK!

That Ladies and Gentlemen is how it works. If I’d have acted like a fan boy at any point on the tour it would have been game over. If they’d have acted like prima donnas at any point on the tour it would have been game over. Respect and trust are earnt. We are always travelling on a two way street and we are always nothing more than travellers on the road travelling under the umbrella of music.

Actually, if I’d have had more sense I would have asked to take a photo of the image next to my phone showing the date and then after the album was released put the image on here.     

I got another Facefuck friend request from another Bruce Dickinson tonight. Did I ever tell you my Rod Halford story? No? Ask me about it next time we meet.

 

* The reason I asked is simple. “What happens on the road, stays on the road,” isn’t just a saying, it’s a rule. There is a very big chance that someone out there will say “Why were you showing people the artwork?” usually an Executive or Manager somewhere, and it will kick off.

Being shown the artwork to the new album and then telling my mates in the queue down the local dogging site as we wait our turn is different to me plonking it all over the interweb.

It’s all about trust and respect.

Day Nine, Gig Six

(Are you even a fan?)

 

Friday 24^th May 2024

London, O2 Forum, Kentish Town.

Bruce Dickinson, Black Smoke Trigger.

Last night of the UK tour. It’s been fun.

I really was dreading this tour and I’m more than happy to report that I was wrong.

A few weeks before the tour, Roy Z was replaced with two guitarists. If that doesn’t set the alarm bells ringing then nothing will. But it worked. It worked so well, by complete fluke they managed to stumble into a perfect line up. Long live this line up.

I’d love to see this line up play live again. I’d love to see this line up write an album together. I won’t hold my breath. It was fun while it lasted.

I stand by what I wrote on Facefuck about Bruce his Roy Z bromance.

https://johnmcmurtrie.myportfolio.com/opening-page

The support band were the bollocks and great fun to interact with on the road, including Andhe and Sam.

I was even wrong about the fan boys, actually, no I wasn’t, but they weren’t as annoying as I thought they’d be, actually, yes they were. So apart from the fan boys this was a perfect tour.

Can we do this again please? And soon. Thanks.

We had a Skunkworks reunion today in the pub. It was the first time that we had been together since 1996. We need to do this again soon. December 14^th maybe? 30^th anniversary. Just saying like.

I got into the venue by using my newly discovered trick of neatly side stepping the long queue. I didn’t get a ticket though. I went for a walk around the venue, trying to decide where to watch the gig from. When suddenly from over my right hand shoulder I heard that familiar scream of “Noggin!”

It was Diane. I walked over and I decided to spend the gig with Diane and her daughter Katie. They had early access and were on an elevated section, stage left next to the bar. That’s unlike Diane and Katie to be next a bar.  

Speaking of which, it was Mark Rowley’s birthday today, Diane appeared from the bar with a round of drinks and we raised a glass to our friend, to everyone’s friend, Mark Rowley RIP. If he’d had been there tonight, he would have kissed me full on the lips and no, he wouldn’t have shaved.

After the gig I made my way to the mixing desk.

Olly, Big Jon appeared like magic.

Diane and Katie made their way out of the building but not before Bridget, Margaret and Alex rocked up for a photo.

I hunted Andhe and Sam down and I couldn’t believe my luck in finding them, I said thank you which is difficult when they have a job to do.

Then who should I bump into at the back of the room but BST, no, let me give them their correct title, Black Smoke Trigger. We hugged, we said what we needed to say and then Josh reached inside his jacket and produced a signed drum stick, before handing it to me. Shit the bed!

He then promised to show me how to roll a drum stick through my fingers, I’ve got more change of rolling down a slope, little fat fuck that I am.

I also got a chance for their manager to say thank you to me again for getting in early to support his band Ha! Ha! Ha! I also thanked him for making this tour happen, whether it was a favour or buying onto the tour, I was grateful.

Back at the pub we continued to chat and laugh the night away.

Eventually everyone went off to their hotels and while me Diane and Katie went off for food.

I found myself at Tufnell Park tube station tapping the wall with my drum stick when it happened. Are you Noggin? Skunkworks? I smiled. Yes. Hello.

Apparently, because I’d said on Facefuck that Bruce had murdered “Faith” at Wolverhampton (which he did, and the band even admitted) I wasn’t a fan. WTF!?

I asked, if I wasn’t a fan then why would I be doing every night on the tour. His response? “Fame!”

What a cunt.

Can you believe he then sent me a friend request and I actually accepted it. But not before taking a selfie with me and posting it on the Skunkworks page.

I even tried to make sure he got on the correct tube while I made my way home. I need my head looking at.

He’d been drinking. He was speaking English as a second language. So let me cut him some slack. And in his defence, he was only asking a question that I’d asked myself.

Why exactly was I doing this?

 

What you’ve just read are some of the reasons why.

 

Forever and always inspired by Number 6

Be seeing you…

 

Albatross!

Been seeing him...

01. 20-06-1990. Nottingham, Rock City.

02. 21-06-1990. Walsall, Junction 10.

03. 23-06-1990. Glasgow, Barrowland Ballroom.

04. 24-06-1990. Manchester, International II.

05. 26-06-1990. Birmingham, Hummingbird.

06. 27-06-1990. London, Astoria. (Maiden played The Trooper)

07. 28-06-1990. London, Astoria.

08. 13-10-1994. Buckley, Tivoli.

09. 14-10-1994. Norwich, Oval.

10. 15-10-1994. Dudley, JBs.

11. 17-10-1994. Bristol, Bierkeller.

12. 18-10-1994. London, Marquee Club. (Recorded for LIVE LP, end of tour party, passes)

13. 07-04-1995. Nottingham, Rock City. (Guest list every night)

14. 08-04-1995. Bradford, Rio’s.

15. 10.04-1995. Glasgow, Garage.

16. 11-04-1995. Dudley, JBs.

17. 12-04-1995. Bristol, Bierkeller.

18. 14-04-1995. London, Astoria. (End of tour party)

19. 05-06-1996. Portsmouth, Wedgewood Rooms.

20. 07-06-1996. Nottingham, Rock City.

21. 08-06-1996. Wolverhampton, Wulfrun Hall.

22. 09-06-1996. Glasgow, Cathouse.

23. 10-06-1996. Bradford, Rio’s.

24. 12-06-1996. Manchester, Hop and Grape.

25. 14-06-1996. London, LA II.

26. 20-06-1996. Norwich, Oval.

00. 20-04.1997. Birmingham, Rock Café. (Acoustic gig)

00. 21-04-1997. Sheffield, Wapentake Bar. (Acoustic gig)

00. 22-04-1997. Brierley Hill, Rock Café .(Acoustic gig)

27. 08-08-1997. Nottingham, Rock City. (Bruce’s birthday gig)

28. 26-10-1997. Wolverhampton, Civic Hall. (Supporting Lynyrd Skynyrd)

29. 29-10-1997. London, Royal Albert Hall. (Supporting Lynyrd Skynyrd)

30. 01-12-1998. Manchester, Hop and Grape. (VIP laminates)

31. 03-12-1998. Norwich, Waterfront.

32. 04-12-1998. Wolverhampton, Wulfrun Hall.

33. 05-12-1998. Nottingham, Rock City.

34. 07-12-1998. Cambridge, Junction.

35. 08-12-1998. London, Astoria II. (End of tour party)

36. 06-07-2002. Graspop, Belgium.

37. 03-08-2002. Wacken, Germany.

??. 10-12-2011. Canterbury Rocks at Christmas, Canterbury Cathedral.

??. 02-04-2012. Buddy Rich 25th Anniversary Memorial Concert, London Palladium.

38. 16-05-2024. Wolverhampton, Civic Halls.

39. 18-05-2024. Glasgow, Barrowland Ballroom.

40. 19-05-2024. Manchester, Academy.

41. 21-05-2024. Swansea, Arena.

42. 23-05-2024. Nottingham, Rock City.

43. 24-05-2024. London, O2 Forum, Kentish Town.

 

The End

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