Hey gang
This’ll be the last one of these for a couple of weeks – we’re laying back a bit for a while, to give our Abby a chance to do some job-related exam things. Apparently, going out with a naughty rock and roll band every weekend doesn’t provide the academic studying benefits I so fondly used to imagine it did.
On reflection, maybe that’s the reason why my years of academic study resulted in what’s known as a “gentleman’s degree”. Or, possibly, I’m just a bit thick. Who’d have thought?
So, with no immediate gigs to advertise, I’ll just settle for telling you about last Saturday’s gig at the Birkett Tap. As it turned out, apart from the name, the place hadn’t changed much from the days we used to play it years ago – the only notable difference was that now you have to unload on the other side of the street (which entails an entertaining game of chicken with taxis, whilst carrying heavy amplification) and, the previously tiny stage has now got even smaller…
Still, we managed to squeeze in somehow, with Abby perched precariously on a step and after a fairly quiet start, the place livened up – helped by a couple of stag parties, who were actually both very well-behaved, studiously mopping up their drinks every time they spilt them.
I was also very impressed by one particular lady, who alternated between dancing for a couple of tunes and returning to her seat to sing along whilst drinking her way through a series of pots of tea. Classy!
As the second set progressed, the Jäger-fuelled crowd became increasingly lively, and by the time midnight loomed and it was time to stop, things were unashamedly raucous.
The bar staff apparently were very impressed with our antics, so it looks like we’ll be back there again in the not-too-distant future.
I’ll leave you with this week’s new favourite thing from the magic of the internet. This was, apparently posted on an all-female chat group…
“Does anybody else have an ex who had a really weird fetish? My ex-husband used to like to dress up in his own clothes, and then walk about the house acting like a complete pr*ck…”
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