Last night we played in the Oystercatcher in Polzeath. For the uninitiated, that's where all the sloanes go for their holidays when they can't get to Klosters and need to slum it in Cornwall.
For the first set, it was one of those gigs where everyone likes the music, but you could hear a pin drop in between songs - everyone's too cool to clap, even though a couple of pissed up lads were horsing around on the dance floor and having a great time. Nevertheless, we got some very positive feedback at the bar during half time, so we soldiered on manfully, or in Emma the sax-player's case, girlfully!
Things loosed up during the second set and sufficient alcohol was imbibed in order to free people from their self-imposed fear of impropriety, and it all went dancey-dancey from then til the end and it was a good gig in the end.
There was a high proportion of blonde, fit surfer chicks with tight buns and tight jeans, which made Mr. Odysseus a very happy bass player. Bloody lovely! *wipes sweaty paws on front of flapping trousers*