Well, hello there!
Apologies for this missive being rather short – basically, I forgot to write it and only just remembered last minute.
So here is the briefest of bulletin reports on the latest gig-going activities…
Last Thursday at the Royal Oak started a little quieter than the previous time, but, as usual, it livened up towards the end. And, as ever, we try not to let anything stand in the way of us having a good time. Particularly Abby, who, having managed to inveigle a lift there and back from Stuart, was free from the limitations of those pesky drink-driving laws, and rewarded herself with a particularly potent pint of cider on arrival.