The train up there was PACKED - the one before had been cancelled apparently, which made it all a bit CRAMPED and, for the first time in AGES, i spent the first half of the journey sat on the DICKY SEAT between carriages. It was all fine though and extremely FAST, so that just over two hours later I was stomping happily along the tram tracks to The Ibis.
Obligatory Ibis Joke: They Gave Me My Usual Room. AHA! Well, eventually they did - in the first room they gave me I was surprised to find an empty WINE BOTTLE on the table... then noticed the bed looked like it'd been slept in. I checked the bathroom and found the bin FULL and towels DAMP - I didn't like to make a fuss but thought I'd probably rather NOT re-use someone else's towels, so nipped down and got it changed.
All was well BUT it had put me behind schedule so it was a SPEED STOMP back across town to meet Ms S Jenkins for CURRY. An early spanner fell in the works when we discovered our designated curry house didn't seem to EXIST any longer, but luckily there turned out to be one RIGHT next to The Shakespeare, our eventual destination. It was dead nice - 7 Spices it was called, and their VERY tasty Balti was the ideal accompaniment to discussion of WEIGHTY TOPICS such as... er... Doctor Who.
Then it was HO! for the pub where HUGE METRIC TONNES of LOVELY people soon arrived, not least Penny herself who, thankfully, seemed PLEASANTLY surprised to see me there, even once she'd realised I'd got my guitar. PHEW! THUS after several beers I stood up between the bar and the DECKS and did THIS:
It was all very jolly - My Boss Was In An Indie Band Once seemed ESPECIALLY pertinent and, as you can probably tell, about halfway through I thought maybe I'd best do some COVERS, it being a DO and everything.
With that done all the was left to do was wander about CHATTING to the aforesaid lovely people various and drinking of the BEER until I realised, what with WORK the next day and a VERY early start to get there in time, I ought to get to bed. There was HUGGING (lots) then slight STAGGERING (lots) as I bounced downhill to be full of happiness, also BEER. What a lovely night!
posted 30/10/2009 by MJ Hibbett
If I'd had the faintest inkling that this gig was going on, I'd have been there like a shot. Ya shoulda tolded me Hibbo!
posted 30/10/2009 by Pete Green
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