Live at the Crown

Yesterday night was the big show, the first paid gig we've done, and it all went much much better than expected. The pub was full, encores were demanded and we played until the landlady turned the lights off 20 minutes after closing time. I think most people present were surprised by how well we did - I know most of us in the band were - and apparently we impressed some crazy dancing lady enough for her to book us at short notice for next weekend... We're next playing the Crown on Friday July 23rd, if you're interested. You're probably not.

I can honestly say I consumed more alcohol last night than I have done in a very long time, so I had a pretty good hangover this morning. Post hangover, somewhere around the middle of the day, the girl and I went driving. The test is looming and so longer practices are needed. We decided that Abberton and back would be a good distance, combining a good variety of road types, and a few birds at the far end wouldn't hurt either. The causeways gave us a couple of cuckoos and a few yellow wagtails but it was otherwise quiet. A quick bash round the reserve trail was a total waste of time, though there were a few black terns out over the res - scope only as the new path is so far from the water - and the girl picked out a pair of smart med gulls with some black-headeds on a field. And there I was thinking she doesn't know or even look at larids... Two nightingales were singing from the carpark as we left. I know it's going to be good when it's done, but until then I might not bother with the peninsular trail. All in all a bit disappointing birdwise, but then the objective was as much the driving as the birding...

I still can't quite believe somebody gave me good money to play my guitar for a few hours. Loudly. Also, my face is not usually this blurry. I can assure you that it is merely a photographic effect and not some hideous deformity.