Wednesday, January 13, 2010
- Jack informs me he's just booked flights to a Mystery Destination for our 10th wedding anniversary, and advises me to pack stout shoes.
- Pukekura Park in New Plymouth is one of the most beautiful venues we've ever played at. It's strung with lights for the Festival and the city turns on a warm, still evening for us.
- The gig goes smoothly, and eventually the crowd are persuaded onto their feet: two women and a toddler are joined by a group of German punks, who caper about enthusiastically, and then gradually, more and more people come forward to dance.
- After the gig we go back to the hotel and have a beer together. We never usually do this as a band: usually the MO after gigs is to pack the kit and depart hastily. We agree that this way is much more civilised.
- Travel to and from NP with Sue and Dave: I enjoy their company; we listen to Tom Lehrer and Balkan Beat Box; they teach me to play Ghost. We also end up, after much horse-trading and couple–room matching mathematics, sharing a room. The following morning we debate who snored the loudest. (Definitely Dave.)
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