Monday morning is always Monday morning. To complete the scenario there has to be a ‘sign’ to confirm this. To fulfil this role, my Perfect Pencil – a modestly titled writing product from Faber Castell – leaped unaided from the bookcase performing a perfect dive into mug of, now cold, coffee which my considerate wife had brought me an hour earlier. Hmm.
On leaving the station look for an information kiosk. If you tell them your destination they will give you a slip of paper on which is written the letter referring to the point at which you catch the bus, the number of stops and the name of the stop closest to your destination.
Immediately throw this away and ignore any indication that it gives you otherwise you may find yourself, as we did, even further away from the destination than you were when you started the journey having already spent 25 minutes on a suffocatingly packed bus!
Ken the warrior!?! He’s come a long way since he was with Barbie! Who would have guessed?!
Friday night’s gig was excellent – good crowd, great sound guy and the boys were cooking ! We were at the end of the final set and ‘Never Been to Memphis’ was building to a great finale – I hit the penultimate chord and sang ‘But I’ve been down to the Crossroads ….. ‘ at which point a tiny fly which had been circling threateningly dived down my throat as I sang with some difficulty ‘and everybody passed by me…’
The shouts for an encore were lovely and reassuring and I sang ‘Still the Blues’ with an appropriate feeling if a little tentatively! Rock’n’Roll !
