Bank holidays seem to have this strange ability to become two gig weekends, this was no exception.

Saturday was Ingoldmells – a tediously long drive out there, followed by a rather questionable gig, followed by a tedious drive home and a 3am bedtime. The weather was beautiful though, we sat outside until after 7!

The stage backdrop was rather cool.

A rather beautiful moon graced the sky.

Sadly, the respect we received wasn’t good. Firstly we were told to arrive by 6, and yet we weren’t allowed to set up until after the football had finished on the main stage screen.

Then, setting up behind the children’s entertainment was not entirely safe.
Finally, not being allowed to soundcheck until 15 minutes before stage time wasn’t professional. It was terrible for health and safety, and very unprofessional to expect this. A venue shouldn’t really be booking bands if they don’t understand what it entails to actually have a band onstage, and they certainly shouldn’t be asking us to turn up as early when we can’t actually load in!

I didn’t enjoy the gig. At all. Not one bit.

As a saving grace though, the food was actually rather good!

Sunday on the other hand was a total flip. A great club, well thought out, decent staff, easy load, and customers who dance!

The journey up was fuelled by coffee. A big coffee. It was a ridiculously late arrivve home last night though…

We loaded in – this club was rebuilt a few years ago after the previous one was damaged by fire and so the entire place was designed with a band in mind. The stage is a good size (if perhaps a little shallow), and it looked great lit by a star cloth.

They danced, which was good, and they definitely enjoyed us.

A much better experience which totally undid all the bad feeling from the night before.

New trousers!

I did suspect these might be the same fabric as my other trousers when they first arrived, however, I can confirm having held them both side by side the these are much shinier.

I refreshed my leather suit.

It’s been no secret I’ve had a leather suit for a number of years now. Indeed, almost ten years ago I was taking photos like this.

But I’d been noticing that my suit was looking old fashioned. Pleated front trousers aren’t really a thing these days, unless it’s a single tight pleat. Twin pleats are definitely old hat. Plus gaining and then losing weight has made it ill fitting.
So, a few months ago I decided to refresh it with a new pair of trousers and a new waistcoat. The jacket is absolutely fine and still looks good so I didn’t bother doing that.
I think you’ll agree it looks spot on!

The Oxford Trip

The Oxford trip was yesterday; meeting up with Dr Allan Chapman to go and the Radcliffe Observatory and then to the Museum of the History of Science.

After a bouncy journey down we arrived at the university. The Observatory was first on our itinerary.

Then on to Oxford town centre, and firstly a lunch in Wetherspoons. I don’t really like Wetherspoons. The owner was a massive Brexit supporter and I don’t agree with his ideas, but it’s where the masses wanted to go so we followed; leaving a little message to the next occupier of our table.

The Wetherspoons “experience” was spoiled when a group of families, obviously Eastern European came in, surrounded one table and then proceeded to try and envelop surrounding tables even though the pub was very busy and others were sat at them. It’s horrible manners, and it fuels the flames of racism when foreigners behave like this; especially in these Brexit intolerant times – but we should also remember that the English overseas are also massive dicks.

After a visit to the small continental market opposite to try and find Dutch pancakes (I failed) and ending up having a vegan Bakewell (which was very nice) we headed up to the museum.

I have to say though, that my beard was tidier than the ones on the statues outside.

Allan met us just after two o’clock and took us around as a personal guide. The upper gallery was closed briefly so we could enjoy the tour as Allan gave us a personal talk about the contents of the cabinets.

When we finally came out of the hottest museum in history, we decided to take Allan for a cheeky pint in the pub across the road to kill the time until our taxi pickup.

Amazingly, the taxi went into limp-home mode just as we pulled into Kilnhurst. That was a really close run one!

So, here are the photos. There are quite a few…

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Oxford

The Oxford trip was yesterday; meeting up with Dr Allan Chapman to go and the Radcliffe Observatory and then to the Museum of the History of Science.

After a bouncy journey down we arrived at the university. The Observatory was first on our itinerary.

Then on to Oxford town centre, and firstly a lunch in Wetherspoons. I don’t really like Wetherspoons. The owner was a massive Brexit supporter and I don’t agree with his ideas, but it’s where the masses wanted to go so we followed; leaving a little message to the next occupier of our table.

The experience was spoiled when a group of families, obviously Eastern European came in, surrounded one table and then proceeded to try and envelop surrounding tables even though the pub was very busy and others were sat at them. It’s horrible manners, and it fuels the flames of racism when foreigners behave like this; especially in these Brexit intolerant times – but we should also remember that the English overseas are also massive dicks.

After a visit to the small continental market opposite to try and find Dutch pancakes (I failed) and ending up having a vegan Bakewell (which was very nice) we headed up to the museum.

I have to say though, that my beard was tidier than the ones on the statues outside.

Allan met us just after two o’clock and took us around as a personal guide. The upper gallery was closed briefly so we could enjoy the tour.

When we finally came out of the hottest museum in history, we decided to take Allan for a cheeky pint in the pub across the road to kill the time until our taxi pickup.

Turns out we sat at the table Morse sits at loads in the BBC series.

The taxi met us at 4:30 and we headed off home.

My reward on arriving home… My parcel had arrived with my new trousers – they’re so shiny!

A breezy night.

It’s always very sweet to listen to the warm summer breeze blowing through the trees though. Someone should write a song about it.

Oh… they did.
It’s somewhere in the Jasmine in my mind I think.