Right, this’ll be a quick one – there’s no gigs coming up this weekend, so there’s not much point me writing this to tell you about them, really.
In fact – actually, why AM I sat here in front of a keyboard on a warm sunny evening when I could be sat outside in the garden enjoying the balmy ambience whilst sipping a nice cold beer?
I can’t think of a reason, either.
I’m off to the garden.
PS – Oh, all right then, look, we played the Swan on Friday; when we started we were the only people in the pub, but by half time the place was jumping, and it ended up being a jolly successful night. Full credit for this goes to Emma, who – to celebrate Star Wars Day – had arranged her hair into a pair of Danish pastries, and was very pleased with herself – until I pointed out that, since George Lucas got bought out by the House Of Mouse, she was in fact now technically dressed as a Disney Princess…
We realised that a similar hairdo would look rather effective on Ben, but alas we couldn’t catch him.
We’ll get him next year, though.
And that, my friends is that – there’s a nice bottle of Old Speckled Hen awaiting my tender ministrations, and I mustn’t keep it waiting…