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27-02-2017 – Mission Failure

Yo homeys!

Well,Friday’s gig was a bit quiet. Extremely quiet.

This was at least in part due to the fact that my arrival at the venue, and starting of unloading of the kit, was met with a slightly concerned look from the barmaid who said to me. “Hang on a second, love, I’ll just get the landlady a moment…”

It transpires that there has been something of booking agent-related cock-up, and that in fact the pub has no idea we were supposed to be coming. “But didn’t you get the posters I sent a few weeks ago?” I ask.

She starts guiltily – just for a fraction of a second – and then says, straight-faced “No, we didn’t get anything – er – let me try and call the agent”.

She tries; there’s no answer. It doesn’t really matter anyway; personally, I’m not too upset, as I’m still not feeling too great after a bout of food poisoning, and Lily is actually delighted at the prospect of an early night, since she has to get up for work at half past five…

So, I call the other two, who are still en route, and tell them the mission is off; and we head off home for a nice quiet evening in.

Ho hum, and, indeed, diddly dee, as my dear other half often says.

For reasons which I have yet to understand.

Coming up this weekend (and, rest assured, we shall be checking); some rather noisier nights…

Friday 3rd March – The Trout, Keynsham
Expecting a busy night, as payday has just happened for most people, and they tend to get a bit bouncy in here. It often gets rather splashy by the end of the night, and I confidently predict a Saturday morning spent cleaning soggy beer and broken glass off the speaker cables. Again. Still, it’s all good-humoured fun – just don’t agree to join in with any of the landlord’s house games…

Saturday 4th March – Black Horse, Devizes
A pub in a rather picturesque setting, right by the canal Last time we came here, Ben and I were both rather proud of the fact that neither of us tried to push the other one in. This time… who knows…?

Right, that’s your lot for now. For Ben’s benefit, I’ll leave with the following (apparently true, it was sourced from the BBC) tale…

A Welsh politician asked the government for information about UFO sightings and if it might fund UFO research.

Officials wrote back, “jang vIDa je due luq … ach ghotvam’e’ QI’yaH devolve qaS”

Which means, “The minister will reply in due course. However, this is a non-devolved matter.”

In Klingon.

Square on (Or, apparently, if you prefer, “meyrl’”..)

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