"...manatees...with giant grins on their faces"
North Charleston Coliseum, Charleston
The Frays have invited us to go and have breakfast in a little cafe they know down by the beach. Unfortunately, people being as aimless as they are while on tour, we didn't manage to get there until after they'd stopped serving breakfast. (There's nothing unusual about that though - 'All Day Breakfast' is a term that is particularly welcome to touring musicians, for whom midday is a painful early morning.)
But we are by the beach, and it is not long before Jim and Dave create their own legends by stripping off and running into the sea, where they gambol like hairy manatees before washing ashore with giant grins on their faces.
In the meantime, Matt has been out playing golf with Joe Du Fray (we have established some helpful nomenclature, as both Dave and I share names with the Frays - they are the family Du Fray, hence Dave Du Fray, and we are the family von Lung, as in David von Lung. I'm not sure the Du Frays are aware of this). Joe is clearly a committed golf enthusiast whose clubs are transported on one of their articulated lorries, and Matt is a Total Chancer.
Matt was somewhat nervous about how it was going to go, especially since Jim had been carefully undermining Matt's warnings about how shit a golfer he was by telling Joe he being hustled, and that Matt was actually a Major Talent.
When Matt returned from the course he had become extremely orange in the sun, but otherwise he seemed to have not been bad enough to cause embarrassment, nor too good to appear rude. Such is the social minefield of the golf course.
The gig is in a hockey arena, so for once we get a good dose of ourselves from the back wall. The audience is very young and excited, and the energy of the whole night is completely different from the last two. It totally rocked, dude.
