Top o’ the mornin’ to ye!
Okay, I’m bored with that game already…
Right then, this week we had what should have been a straightforward gig at the Jolly Cobbler in Kingswood; after a lovely sunny day relaxing, I was gently driving my way gigwards around ten past eight, when my phone rings. It’s Stuart.
“You do know we’re supposed to start playing at 8:30, don’t you?” he asks in slightly stern fashion.
“Ah… no.” I admit.
“Well, you do now”, he tells me, “how far away are you?”