Excellent night last night with John Andrew Frederick in full effect at the Labour Club. It was a vile night for weather and the joint was fairly sparsely populated when I went on to do my set. I felt a bit like the horrible old toothless drunk bloke shouting in the corner while people tried to have a nice, quiet beer. This is, of course, because I was that horrible old toothless drunk bloke shouting in the corner. Still, apart from falling entirely off the intro to Big Cats and having to start again, it all seemed to go quite well. There was, as Anita spotted, something of a Pink Floyd theme going on.

John came on solo and delivered a marvellous 45 minutes. The place filled up nicely as he played and he won the crowd over with a simple, direct and lovely delivery. His voice and guitar both sounded great and he played two or three well-deserved encores. I had forgotten just how good a song "Terrific" really is. No, really. I'll say it six times.

You know the rest. Large quantities of take-out Budvar, the usual suspects gathering at dead of night, nonsense getting talked. Agent Cooper set about demolishing the joint. Mr. Jack Daniels did much the same sort of a job on me.

Roll on November 5th...
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