Kalamazoo Club and Bullets

Martin sold out the Kalamazoo Club last night and it was a brilliant gig. He played one of the best versions of Home I've ever heard him do live, and his story about the big scary skinhead drummer keeping the amps hostage when he got chucked out of the band was hilarious. He did about three encores. Paul came over and played clarinet for me (London and Autumn Love which Martin also played on) and also played for some of Martin's Old Timey songs.
It was a perfect warming January gig; the guys in the first band, a string band with lots of guitars and an acoustic bass, played a set of gentle blues numbers which was mellow and got the audience settled. They were a smiley listeny audience who gave me a good response too. The Kalamazoo is normally a comedy venue but it was just right for one of Martin's gigs and they booked him straight away for January next year.

Meanwhile I heard a very funny story. Another of my pals who shall remain nameless for reasons which will become obvious, passed though airport security and caused a terrible commotion. The Officious Lady demanded to know what was in their hand luggage, as uniformed people clustered round the computer screen looking at the scan and muttering ominously. The bewildered pal eventually unpacked the bag, to bashfully reveal at the bottom (sic) a pack of Anusol suppositories.
The Officious Lady and her colleagues had thought they were bullets.

And

the council has refunded the fifty quid I had to pay for a new bin!