Larst Night

Well that was a funny night, wannit!
Satnav Man got me lost north of the canal, making a neat box with its green arrows and telling me I was at Ladbroke Grove when I was in the middle of a small estate. I panicked and phoned my friend for the street number, and Satnav Man gave in and got me there eventually. I have it set to 'Australian' because the English voice is so obnoxiously realistically bossy.
The other Housewives were there in their hats, sitting with Jessica and watching a series of singer songwriters and small bands hit the stage.
The venue itself reminds me of a shopping centre, or a tube station concourse, or perhaps the foyer of a very large Tescos.
It has that sort of ambience- people passing through and buying cheap things (the cocktails are only £2.50) or not as the case may be. It ran more than 30 minutes late, so we were all rather sleepy when we got up to play, following a guitar-hero band who were as long in the tooth as us but didn't realise. Actually the drummer was a bit younger and seemed like a good drummer until about the third song, when he did the same thing that he'd done in the first two songs again, and resembled more a baby sitting in a high chair whacking the tray with a couple of bananas.

We lined up our tall stools, and set off, one song from each of us at a time, and believe it or not, it worked! We even pulled some punters down from upstairs, which was a relief as the place had emptied out as it got later and later. It was nice to sit next to Jude and Kath in that way, almost as though we were having a musical conversation. We had planned a thread going through it, starting in the country and ending in the city. We have that and another one planned for Wednesday.
Next Wednesday will be much nicer as it's our own gig.
Shockingly, as I sang the last song, Banana Whacker got up on stage behind me and started taking bits of his gear to pack up. Rarely do I call a chap a w*nker on this blog, but he thoroughly deserves the moniker.
Verdict: I thought we played a classy set in a venue that has a very odd atmosphere and a transient audience, there for the cheap booze rather than the music.