in which i am ordinary

there are some very strange things about being in a band as i’ve mentioned before. one of them is the day after a gig. you’ve been on stage in front of (hopefully) lots of people, playing your little socks off (if you wear them onstage, which as all fans of bad maths know, i don’t) and the next day you pop to the supermarket to get some eggs and nobody knows you or gives a damn what you were up to the night before. that’ll all change once we’re famous of course (laughs out loud) but for now i’m just another annoying customer in a shop.