Just how it came to pass that I missed my flight home from Tenerife is not entirely clear.
Tenerife is a volcanic island and part of the Canaries, named by the Romans due to the abundance of dogs on the island, and not canaries as is commonly assumed. Billys fact of the daaaayyyyyy. You know Latin, Canines = Canaries, obvious now isn’t it.
Now most of you should know by now that I am the most sensible of rock gods. Nice cuppa tea before hitting the stage, maybe a biscuit. Certainly no partying for Billy. Well, that isn’t entirely true anymore.
After the first nights show in Tenerife turned out to be a bit of a party, so much that I couldn’t see straight enough to actually get back into my room and slept on the floor under a rather fine Persian rug until Peter the beater found me in the morning.
So, after a light breakfast we set off for the second of the two shows in the south of the island.
In stark contrast to last nights hotel, which was an old 17th century coach house. The Hard Rock Hotel was only built 6 months ago and takes a huge area, with lots of entertainment, close to the beach and the bars. My room is of particular magnificent views, my own jacuzzi in the room. Gifts from the VIP hotel staff. Luxury,
Tonights entertainment is Letz Zep of course. The first band to play here. Slightly later than usual start tonight as we are competing with the Champions League final, Juve v Real. Thankfully no extra time or penalties were needed so can get onstage on time. As soon as the game finishes the people quickly arrive.
Some have come again after the previous nights show in the north of the island.
Ok a few minor sound problems but all goes well. Some of the audience to seem a trifle drunk, one bride-to-be shouting to me that it is her last night of freedom! But then she was very, very drunk.
We met with some of the revellers after the show.
Another gig another after-show party, at Micky Dee’s bar, The Rock Lounge, the Motorhead and Scorpions drummer was not in attendance tonight, but a cool bar where I am unceremoniously thrust onstage with the local band for a rousing version of Immigrant Song. Beautiful setting above the beach with the moonlight shimmering off the silver sea.
This is the scene for the fates to conspire for me to miss my flight. For some unknown reason, we a booked to fly on an early flight, we were all hoping for some time to relax on this most beautiful of resorts, but no, our car is booked for 9.30 am.
I would like to tell you more of this exciting evening only I don’t recall much more. There are lots of pics with me and random people I do not know where they were taken.
I did manage to get back to my bed this time, but unfortunately, didn’t do so well in getting out of it again as I slept through the alarm and missed the car and my flight home, so I am stuck here for at least another day, in paradise. Or maybe I’ll go to Barcelona for a few days? Oh well, I’ll just have to Gin and bear it! I’m off the pool. See ya.
Update: luckily, the promoter for a local festival I had meet at the show last night heard of my, erm…… plight? Is that the right word? My predicament maybe? Situation, that’ll do. She has saved the day and arranged a room for me and a flight home tomorrow morning. A different airport, so after the plane, I’ll get the train, and collect my automobile.
I hear it is raining in the U.K. Maybe if I play my cards right I can miss this flight too.