It’s the job of life to confound expectations, and nothing is as chewy as eating your words. After my rant yesterday, I was presented by Lyns with some cash we’d been given by the Three Tuns for our Houdini set on Sunday, which enabled me to get a guitar stand.
Then we had a night at the Golf Tavern, whose staff could not have been more helpful, interested, organised and appreciative. And they paid us. We had a good audience for the first set, although it had thinned by the time we resumed hostilities.
The Golf are looking for acoustic acts for Monday nights: send a demo to
30 Wrights Houses