For posterity, I thought I should finally sit down and document the bizarre happenings of our recent trip to do a Rat Pack Corporate gig in Thessaloniki, Greece. I’d obviously like to say it was a Greek tragedy but shambles would be closer to the mark.
Wednesday
We set off for Greece on the Wednesday. A slight delay at Heathrow marred proceedings a little but spirits were generally high as you can see.
We arrived late on Wednesday evening. The cast and band went our various ways to find food and drink. The crew members we’d brought with us headed off to the venue to check out how the setup was going. They returned later proclaiming that everything was going well and that the setting for the gig was beautiful. The show was taking place in the grounds of the palace of the Interior Minister of Macedonia. All the equipment,as ordered, had found its way there and we were all set. We retired looking forward to the day ahead.
Thursday
It was on Thursday that everything went wrong or, to be fair, strange. We assembled at lunchtime to head to the gig for rehearsals and sound check but were met with the news that the main show was cancelled!! Originally, we were to do an hours set with the whole Rat Pack show and then follow it up with a “Dance Set” by the band.
It turned out that when the Tour Manager and crew returned to the venue on Thursday morning, they found that the PA speakers they’d left set up the previous evening had been moved. Upon enquiring why, they were told that they were obscuring the view of the palace. They had started to move them back when the Interior Minister arrived with his armed guards. He explained that he wished the Palace to be the focal point of the event and that all the sound and light equipment set up in front was preventing this. Arguments ensued amongst the various organisers and at this point he threw his toys out of the tram and refused to allow the production side of the event to take place! Thus, the crew had to take down all of the PA and lighting rig and send it away!
When we assembled at lunch we were, therefore, told that the actors had the day off and that the band were simply required to do an acoustic “function” set during dinner. The actors went off to do the “tourist thing” (i.e. get drunk) and we sorted out the pad for the gig and went for lunch - soundcheck now delayed until closer to the gig.
We headed to the venue later in the afternoon and it really was a tremendous place. These photos don’t really do it justice but here they are anyway..

The Technical crew were still packing up the rigs so we had a fair wait before we could do anything. It then turned out that the Music stands had been taken away with the first batch of equipment and we had to wait even longer before we could get set up. Tempers frayed…

We eventually got set, returned to the hotel for dinner and then returned for the gig at night. It was, frankly, bizarre - a Big Band set of mediocre library music while 2000 Doctors and Pharmacists had dinner.We got through and then went and did what we do best - go to the pub.
Friday
We left the hotel bright and early on Friday morning to head home. We had flights from Thessaloniki-Athens-London (and then to Manchester for a few of us) to contend with. The first flight from Thessaloniki was largely uneventful except that one of the Berelli Sisters was somewhat the worse for wear and threw up all over the Departure Gate area.
We got to Athens, grabbed some food and then were just heading to board the next plane when we were hit with the icing on the cake. Our flight, due to leave at 1330, was delayed until 1910 - almost six hours later. We discovered this at about 1240 and got settled for the six and a half hour wait.
Some of the group headed into Athens to explore. A few of us, not wishing to get held up in traffic on the way back, remained in the airport. We managed to remain entertained while sitting at the food court with a game of “Bangers and Crumpet” - if you’re not familiar with this game, get Mike Neilson to explain next time you see him. That dragged on for about 3 hours. We then managed to find more comfortable seating at one of the restaurants. I think these pictures capture the mood by this point:-

These were taken just as we learned that there was no flight that evening for those of us going back to Manchester - we would be staying an extra night in London and then flying first thing Saturday morning to get back for 2 shows in Stoke-on-Trent!
We eventually got the flight back to London and got in at about 2230. Then the Tour Manager, Phil Watts, announced to us that rather than staying in London, he was renting a minibus and driving us back up North. We left Heathrow Airport at around 2330.
We dropped off Henry, Allie and Miranda at their hotel in Stoke at about 2am. We then proceeded to Manchester Airport so I could pick up my car. Phil then took Gethin; the Bass player, to his home in Manchester and went home himself. I left Manchester Airport at about 3.30 and got home a little before 5am - around 10 hours later than the original schedule.
So there it is; the story of the Greek debacle. Remind me never to go back there….
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