It was slightly earlier start than initially planned as Ken kindly offered me the opportunity to skip driving to the South West for this leg of the tour and hitch a ride on Cerebus, the Ferocious Dog minibus.
I should’ve grabbed a picture or two really – I’ll try to remember tomorrow. I got myself up to Trowell Services for the pick up and procured a massive box of doughnuts as they arrived, with Ken in the driving seat, along with Waggy, Scott and Ellis – all mostly in good spirits, Scott’s previous evening’s alcohol consumption aside.
Waggy took over driving duties and we were off to Bridport via picking up John off the M5.
Cerebus is awesome – emblazoned with Ferocious Dog graphics on the outside, and inside the middle row of seats are replaced by a table printed with an image of the band making it spacious and comfortable compared to a typical cramped minibus for someone of my height. It certainly draws a lot of looks on the motorway from passing motorists too. The windows at the back are blacked out too, mercifully considering later on…
The journey down was fun – we joined the M5 at the junction after the service station we were meeting John and after 16 miles or so of not seeing any services realised so doubled back to collect him. Oops. In the meantime Ellis and I had made a solid attempt at the crossword (ahem) and watched Scott transition from still-drunk to getting-hungover. The new Ferocious Dog tracks were on the stereo and it was interesting to listen to them talking about little bits and pieces they were happy and less happy with. There was even a sneak peak of prospective new album artwork passed around which looks great.
Once John was on board our party was complete – Dan and Leanne were travelling down separately by car and Les too was meeting us down in Bridport. A couple of stops for toilet breaks and cigarette breaks from the increasingly agitated Ellis and Scott and eventually we were honing in on Bridport – only to encounter a series of bizarre road closures, suicidal parking and general kerfuffles – however, we did make it and ingratiate ourselves with the locals with a quiet and dignified drive through the quite well-to-do looking Dorset town. Ahem.
Whilst much of what happens on the bus must stay on the bus, the overwhelming experience is one of a bunch of fellas who are down to earth and loving what they do – albeit well hidden in the case of a certain hungover drummer. He did perk up as the day went on though and was in high spirits but the end of the night. It will be interesting to see what level of inebriation he’s managed to achieve this evening when we reconvene in the morning!