Regal Arts Centre, Worksop (home of Lee Westwood - Worksop, Not the Regal Arts Centre.)
It's Nigey Nige. Brains Cells, all present and correct. A fascinating morning greeted me with the prospect of Martyn sounding like Lee Marvin. I honestly thought the gig would have to be cancelled. Martyn assured me that no cancellation would take place. He NEVER cancels. We find the venue with ease considering Martyns played there 6 times before. I've been travelling with Martyn for 4days. I now know why I couldn't keep up with him last year. Steve, the soundman greets us. Courteous as ever, Steve sound checks us and we retire to the dressing room. Requests come flooding in. Please can you play, please can you play… They're all from me asking for easier, less sad songs. Carol and Joan turn up tonight to help with the merchandise. "Tee shirts for sale. Cd's for sale" I hear them cry. "Take a piece of Martyn Joseph home with you"……CAN YOU TAKE HIS BAD THROAT I ASK
We performed well tonight and especially Martyn. His voice need time to recover, but it's unlikely to have much time. At the end of the gig we talk about the long journey home. If I could stay awake it would be a blessing. I fall asleep every time the light fades. Even on stage when the lights get dimmed. Like Salvador Dali Sticks Prizing my eyes open, I strike up a conversation with my driver, Mr Joseph. It's too late to discuss theology and land economy, so we discuss the life and times of George W.Bush. If only they could see through his façade. This man makes MR Bean look like Magnus Pike. Look out America…