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We are returning to our favorite venue in London and Nosferatu should appeal to a wide audience. London is two hours away so we leave Toronto by 3 pm. Nash, Alex and I settle into the long drive on the 401. When we arrive at The Grad Club, the patio is full of patrons enjoying their pints in the last of the warm fall weather. I'm not allowed into the club but I have fun out on the grassy knoll. One more dump for higher learning. Nash says if I keep coming back for two more years I could earn a degree in Fecal Agitation. Hey, that sounds like a shit disturber to me. I'm not needed for security tonight because this crowd is polite and sophisticated, so I hang out in the van while Nash and Alex prepare the stage. There is a large film department at this university so there is a buzz amongst the eager crowd. The first set is Nosferatu and the audience is very appreciative, but some leave before the second set begins. For those who remain, there is a rousing second set of Nash Thrash. There are just a few familiar faces at the end of the night, so we spend little time socializing and get right to work packing up. I'm allowed into the club to help organize the load out. After the last box is secure in the van, I do the rounds for any chips or nuts that might have fallen on the floor. Just checking for bombs Nash, honest. We're home by five in the morning and I dream all night about being the first dog to graduate from a Canadian University. Not too many students have their Curriculum Vitae start at the pound. Digger |
