Arron and Misfits Weekend of Rock and Roll, DTX gig review inc....

The weekend started off very quietly as both myself and Chris Misfit, realised that it was the calm before the storm
So Friday came, Chris arrived, i finished work early and we set about doing what we do best.
Chris drank 16 Cans of Carling, i smoked 6 or so joints packed full of the finest skunk you can lay your hands on this side of Amsterdam.

Saturday came with none of us worse for wear and both quietly excited about the gig in hand that evening, DTX, formerly known as Dog Toffee,playing live in Sheffield, Rock and Roll Opitimised, Dirty rugged Rock and Roll played how it should be!

However with all that being said, we were awaiting a delivery of Charles Mcain and it was getting drastically close to train journey time. Finally the man with the disco shit arrived and we departed, on our merry way to Sheffield, the home of British Steel( and im not talking about Judas Priest).

From the train station we got a Taxi to the Hotel Bristol (remember the name of that hotel), we checked in, got scrubbed up and set about Sheffield City Centre in search of The Casbah.
We finally came across it, my freakish homing beacon nature bought us there, lucky really.
So, now we knew where the venue was, it was 3pm and we were starved. I spotted a Mcdonalds down the road and decided it would be a quick fix, bug mistake!

Mcdonalds was packed, the queues werent moving and i could sense the Irish bastard was agitated. He needed booze. Whilst looking around Mcdonalds i spyed a small little alcohol vendor across the road, by the name of the The Nelson, it was a rock pub....Perfect.
We strolled across, entered and ordered 1 Beer, 1 Guinness and 2 bags of peanuts!
We talked Rock and Roll, we talked funny scenarios at other peoples expenses but we were both waiting for one thing, THE TEXT.
Sean Dog had told Chris Misfit that he would text him when the Road Dogs arrived at The Casbah so we could meet for Beers beforehand.
Still we waited, the beers drank themselves, Cocktails followed, The Irishman drinking Greenday's and The English man drinking Son Of A Beach's.

Whilst all this was happening our frustrations grew, not because of the lack of THE TEXT but because the bastard toilet was locked, and every time you wanted to go you had to ask the barman for the key, this inevitably meant that people followed you to the toilet to save themselves from the embarrasment of in not so many words saying "Excuse me mate, ive broke the bastard seal now, and im gonna be pissing every ten minutes, can i have the key please?"

People following us to the toilet also meant limited oppurtunity to chase some charlie, more for later we thought!!
2 Double Vodka Redbulls each followed and then a ring, it was Misfits phone, Sean Dog was on the blower, asking for names for the guest list and letting us know that the venue was opening early, Sean, if you didnt understand what he said( I still have difficulty) he said Chris Kennedy and Arron Hogg.
It eventually ended up being Chris and A friend.

So off we trundled, up to the Casbah, both pretty Merry and eager to derail further in a night of Rock and Roll Debauchery.
We went in, Upstairs empty, a very pretty barmaid served us, her name i dont know but i know i asked for Red Bull 5 times whilst buying rounds and was told each time that they didnt have any!
Chris back on the beer, me on double Vodka and Cokes, nice.
it was then time to make use of the wonderful toilet facilities to fill our noses with columbian marching powder, and that we did, and it was great.

Eventually......
The DTX lads appeared from their soundcheck happy as larry and looking to booze...we did.
Talk of album delays, label problems, videos, tours, cancelled gigs and how rubbish Man Utd are and how Good Nottingham Forest are ensued (Yes Hammer, whatever).
It ws then time to go downstairs, a sizeable crowd for the venue size was drawn to a band who were playing, they played loud but they lacked a little something. More Double Vodkas were downed and Jagermeister followed, i dunno what that shit was, but it was nice.

DTX, came on about 9:30pm. Loud, Angry Tattoed, rock and roll bastards, to be greeted by me and Chris, the rest of the crowd had fucked off, bar a few people obviously there to see the earlier bands, good stuff and all but support the whole fucking scene not just your mates band. None of them embraced the music and to be honest, i feel sorry for them.
I really do have no idea what was played because of my drunken highness, i do vaguely remember singing very badly into the mic for NME darling with Chris Misfit and Chris getting up on stage with the Dogs.
DTX played for the customary 20 minutes, more than enough of high energy rock and roll for myself and just how R and R should be delivered.
I left shortly after, aware of my ever growing drunkeness i got in a taxi and ordered him to take me home,not to the paradise city, but to the Hotel Bristol on Blonk Road, Sheffield!

Once back at the hotel Bristol, i sent a txt to Misfit, explaining that i was fucked and that i had come back to the hotel for some sleep and sober time.

Chris got back and within 30 minutes we had been kicked outta the hotel due to an incident in the bar, i wasnt there but Chris made me aware, it involved a dead rat, a toilet tissue and the barmaid. (Joke)

Anyway, chris returned to the room accompanied by the hotel manager or whatever the fuck he was telling us that we were being evicted from the hotel?
Nice, i was naked, i was high as a kite and drunk as a skunk, i however managed to remain composed despite the managers rude demeanour to both Chris and myself.

We ended up paying for a nights accomodation for a night we didnt even stay and the rude and obnoxious gentleman who called himself the manager refused to shake my hand, bearing in mind i had done nothing wrong at all and he had woken me half naked a little less than half and hour earlier....

We managed to get back to Nottingham due to a very nice Asian Cabby who offered to get his own car and drive us back, i dont know your name dude but u were cool, thanks for putting up with us! ?60.00 was handed over and he departed, Misfit was pissed, i was pissed off at everything, my missus was pissed off cus we were both pissed.....

Ahhhh...All in the name of Rock and Roll!

Just like to say thanks the lads from DTX for contributing an awful lot to an awesome memorable weekend, i hope to god you get your Asses to Nottingham sooner rather than later....
Get your Ass on the Turbonegro gig for August, that would be the best combination ever.
Also big shout to Chris Misfit, you are the most Rock N Roll bastard in the world, if i was half the Rocker you were and are, i would be happy!

People say that Rock and Roll is dead, well to all those people.....

FUCK OFF AND LOOK HARDER.....

.....Its very much alive.

Apologies for any formatting problems in that lot, i just copied the whole lot from the DTX message board.