Last night’s Celtic Connections Open Stage set was one of the best. The trip didn’t start auspiciously when we missed the sound check due to two train cancellations. We ended up standing all the way from Edinburgh to Glasgow; as the train crawled into Queen Street the driver announced in funereal and almost tragic tones over the intercom ‘We are now arriving at Glasgow Queen Street. This is ….. the last ………….. and ……… final ………….. stop…….!’ When we got on stage the sound crew were very attentive and despite misgivings (and Mary losing her voice!) the set went like a dream. It’s such a luxury to be on a big stage, with crystal clear monitors, and well over a hundred seated, appreciative, friendly audients.
Afterwards we found ourselves in a pub whose stairs to the toilet were
papered with the pages of Daily Expresses from 1953. Fascinating.
(Churchill shocks the House of Commons by praising Erwin Rommel.) I
thought it was the current owners’ idea to create a nostalgic theme,
but I was told they have been there since the pub was opened in 1953.