Well, we have no gigging to report on this weekend – apart from a rather excellent night Stuart and I had with our sloppy prog outfit the All Night Chemists, up at the delightful Folly Inn in Napton, near Warwick. Lovely pub, in the middle of nowhere but right by the canal, and hence host to a whole fleet of hippies in narrowboats.
Quite a way to go for a gig, but it was well worth it – a private function for one of singer Rich’s fellow boating chums, a lovely setting, and as we were the beneficiaries of Rich’s hospitality for the night – no need to drive home after the gig.
Hurrah, this means a rare night of drinking!
As we’d cunningly arranged to not be the last band on, we were able to stay reasonably coherent for our set… and then, once we’d packed all the kit away, we could concentrate on not being coherent at all anymore.
A lovely night indeed. Following a therapeutic fried breakfast, and a substantial quantity of tea, we were pronounced fit to attempt to drive home again.
I really should do this kind of thing more often.
Coming up this weekend, the mighty Angel Up Front rock’n’roll machine is wheeling back into action with a couple of Bristol dates…
Friday 21st – Railway Tavern, Fishponds
The dear ol’ Railway Tav – no longer the home of our beloved Queen Amy, this will be the first time we’ve actually managed to play for the new owners, as the previous booking was abandoned due to undriveable snow conditions. Very much looking forward to this one.
Saturday 22nd – Cider Press, Bishopston
Just down the road from Emma’s gaffe, so we are expecting a significant number of her delightfully insane chums to be in attendance. If not, there are plenty of other maniacs wandering about the Gloucester Road on a Saturday night. Some of them are bound to come in to entertain us.
No jokes in the cupboard this week, as I used them all up on Saturday night, along with my meagre supplies of brain cells.
So, instead, a conundrum: –
Why did the chicken cross the Mobius strip?