As we crawl agonisingly across the desert sands under the relentless blinding sun, there is a speck of colour in the shimmering distance… it could be a mirage, but…. As we slowly inch nearer, we see… yes… it’s a gig!
Salvation at last!
Saturday 11th – The Crown, Lechlade
A rather pretty little town up in the Cotswolds, and a very fine little pub. All we have to do is remember how to play. What could possibly go wrong?
And, in case you’re wondering what musos do when they have a weekend off, I can now tell you – rather to my consternation I found myself at an art exhibition yesterday.