And, for one night only...

Hectic week. Trying to work on the Fordor, frustrated by a lack of parts.

Socially too - actually been out doing stuff. Fun stuff. Painted my nails cherry red and went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Theatre Royal.

Superb. Oh to have had the time and the money to have gone every night.

Kinda organised a bluegrass pub session at the Greyhound in Tibenham - as regular as time is ever for me, third Thursday of every month. Even added it to my iCal calendar, so I may manage to remember...
Short on numbers the first time, this time we were joined by a couple of faces we hadn't seen - well not to play with for around eleven years. Proper band split that one. Dormant friendships awakened to the sound of mandolin, guitar, bango and bass. And for one cosy night in a sleepy pub, joined by Rex and Julian, we all bore witness to the old string sounds of Them Harvey Boys. Played until there was no soul left to testify...



You know? That was alright. Magical. Maybe, another time, old part-time Dan will make it along, but for now - that'll do.