What a peculiar evening.
I won a pony for going away. Maybe they’re trying to tell me something. But I’ve no idea what.
Disappointing turnout. But good to see James and Claire – they don’t make it to Oxford enough (its not like we go see them either, but thats not the point).
And Nils played some punk for me too. Thank you! And Blister in the Sun. And Zodys Prime Mover (as opposed to Rush’s, which isn’t worthy of the name). And my feet were aching by the end of the night. I’m not as young as I used to be.
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