Last night's extravaganza...
Four band weekend for me. After the drunken scaffolders on Friday with my soul band, my originals were parachuted in by the booking agent to fill a cancellation in a town centre pub in darkest Somerset.
Three mass brawls, several minor skirmishes, a gentleman being extravagantly sick in the gents whenever I went to the loo and constant demands for songs clearly not in our genre. Two large television screens broadcast sport throughout; a cricket match on one and horses running in circles around a track on the other.
This isn't quite what I'd pictured when miming with a tennis racket in front of the mirror as a small boy.