We played Crawdady, Dublin last night. The headlining band Brakes were late due to the toilets on their ferry getting clogged up. When they turned up we had a quick chat and the lads seemed very nice, they wished us look as we went in to soundcheck. Fuck did we need it. As a result of the delay our soundcheck lasted for about 4 seconds. On top of that the drum kit seemed to have been assembled for someone with more than two arms; it was all over the place! but couldn't be moved as it was taped in place; convenient. Just to add to the chaos I couldn't find a plec - we were really in the shitter this time. Despite all of this we managed to pull off a decent set and we got a pretty warm response. Our trek home left us hanging with a strange feeling - usually after a gig we're raging at how shite it was or we're extatic at how amazing it was, but this time it felt as though we'd broke even. We hadn't really achieved anything, yet we hadn't damaged our reputation - those who knew us knew we usually sounded better and those who didn't thought we sounded alright. No doubt we'll return to Dublin in the near future equipped with a drum kit designed for a human and plenty of fucking plectrums!