Pretzel Logic Music

I’ve had many bandwiches in my life. I have to say I’m usually well looked after when I’m on a gig but from time to time It happens that my dinner is cold and beige.

My favourite bandwich story is from that time I played on the HMS Belfast, which is the warship moored near London Bridge.
Little piece of collateral trivia: if you fire the guns of that ship, you end up destroying the London Gateway service station at Scratchwood at the bottom of the M1.

Anyway. Playing on the Belfast was a MASSIVE faff as you had to lug the gear through two boats connected by pontoons and also there is nowhere to park around London Bridge that doesn’t cost you an arm.

That specific night was a fundraising night for the marine cadets or something like that.
Anyone who’s anyone in London (which means mainly millionaires and aristocratic types) were there to participate and there was some sort of raffle going on where they bet exorbitant amount of money on I can’t remember what.
The food was awesome and they flew a pastry chef from Paris for the occasion.

When it was time for our dinner they made us stand in a dark hallway on the ship. No chairs.
The food arrived and it was not what the guests were enjoying.

It was a tray of sandwiches.
From Marks & Spencer.
Still in the plastic box.
With the “reduced to clear” sticker still on.

That was the most beautiful bandwich I’ve ever witnessed, only touched by that time I played 1 Horseguard Parade and got served a tube of Pringles and a Tesco Cheese and Onion sandwich.

But that’s another story for another time…