the soap suds

the good news is we've got our first gig. well the first gig as a new line-up. i've insisted we change the name on account of we need a fresh start. fraser's not happy. he reckons the v-necks is a top name. i tell him he's got a point but don't keep on. we're changing it and that is that. he agrees. i've decided to go a little radical. we're to be called ... wait or it ... "the soap suds".
"the soap suds?" says fraser - face on him like he's just swallowed one of bernard mannings farts.
"it's a good name," i tell him. "I like it. it's nice and simple."
"I'm not sure," he says and i can see he's not because he's looking as miserable i've seen him in 5 minutes.
"well you fucking come up with something then,"
"i already did ... the v-necks," he says. that's the thing with him, fraser - not willing to look at new possibilities. he's scared of change. if it was down to him we'd still be playing with a pensioner on bass, a drummer who keeps trying to take peoples eyes out with his sticks, and Chesney Hawkes on vocals.
"the 'v-necks' is crap."
fraser says nothing and i couldn't give a friday night with jonathan ross. we're the 'soap suds' or i'm quitting. what the fuck does he know about good band names anyway.

our first gigs at the dagenham working mans club this sunday. should get us a nice bit of publicity. get us a bit of recognition. after the auditions went tits up we decided to improvise. we're now a 3 piece band with souness on drums. souness says he's always wanted to join a band and also said his brother used to play drums back home in hub-cap land. he reckons he used to practice endlessly on his brothers kit when he was out. so i auditioned him and guess what ... he was shite. but beggars can't be choosers. (well actually, they can, especially the fucking ones working the tube round our way. they're coining it in.) but anyway ... souness is in for the time being

i'll let you know how it went on monday.