He replies: ”Doing me a favour? Doing me a favour? Doing me a favour? Hold on my friend (we’re not friends. I keep wishing we were or delude myself that we are or will be but we’re just not) “Lets get this straight. This is MY booking and you are working for MY company. I mean if you don’t want to do it I’ll phone her back and say we can’t do it.”

And I’m like “everyone needs the money” meaning me.

I’m basically on my knees in the bedroom, looking at the chaos of the day ahead in front of me, and now I’ve got to grab everything, jump into the car, and make it to this gig.