Well, it had been a long time in the planning and, at times, we wondered if it would ever actually take place but, on 1st September, Bee Gees Fever kicked off the first leg of their European Tour in Cogolin, France. And what a wonderful, fantastic, (insert your own superltive here) experience it was. We were completely and totally looked after and made to feel like proper rock stars – which of course we are but not every venue realises this 😉

So, the beginning of the trip started at the very unsociable time of 2-30am (yes, you read that right – middle-of-the-night) in the early hours of Saturday morning. We were travelling down in two cars (Mo’ and the Disco Man, picking up Lance the replaced-but-can’t-seem-to-get-rid-of-him-yet drummer on the way; and Bazza and Rob). After eventually getting to the airport (after coffee stops, naturally) we met back up and went through all the usual rigmarole of signing in.

And this is where we hit the first problem – there had been no baggage allowance paid for with the tickets. So that cost us £25.00 per bag. Not the greatest of starts. And while we’re on the subject can Easyjet please explain why their payment desk (the normal desk don’t take payments, wouldn’t you know?) is as far away from their check-in desks as they could possibly make it? ‘Cause then you have to go back to check-in after paying. Great organisation. Anyhow, that was sorted…and you could guess where the rock stars ended up next…

Never ceases to amaze me how many people are happy to consume copious amounts of alcohol at 6 in the morning…or am I just getting old?? Well, the Bee Gees Fever boys weren’t going to miss out…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Proper rock ‘n’ roll…

Eventually we boarded and had a pretty good flight, arriving the other end in very good time…don’tcha just love the orange planes…?

We were met at the airport by Eloise, who was given the job of escorting and looking after the Bee Gees boys for the weekend. Nice car too…

So, off we went for the 1 1/2 hour drive to the venue…

However, not everyone could cope with the heavy rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle. It’s really not good enough, fellas…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We arrived at Cogolin, which is just outside of St Tropez, and were immediately introduced to everyone there – their English was much better than our French luckily! This was the venue we were greeted with…

 

 

Part 2 on its way…