Had an entertaining one on Saturday night - popped out for a quick pint with a mate who was playing at a bar in town. Nattering away to him and notice that the chap who's supposed to be playing the last hour of the night is looking, well, utterly shitfaced.
This was confirmed half an hour before his set started when he keeled over in the booth smashing a load of glasses that were ona table back there, before getting a bollocking off the manager who stated he wouldn't let him play - fortunately I had a memory stick with my Serato crates on it, and managed to pitch in an help 'em out (the second time I've ever played out on Serato, with no controllers, dicers and no idea what the keyboard mapping was - talk about chucked in the deep end)
A couple of beers to settle the nerves is understandable, but getting yourself into that state is just hugely unprofessional - can't see the lad being asked back (and I got his fee )
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