The Horseshoe, Downend, Brizzle.
All 12 of us shoehorned into this not exactly huge pub. God it was hot in there but oh man, what a night. You know how every so often you get one of those gigs where nobody in the band puts a foot wrong all night and everything just works? Yup, one of them. Our new trombonist's first gig and he played a belter, he'd even learned some of the silly dance steps (not that there was much larking-about space ). And without wanting to big my/ourselves up too much, we in the Engine Room were absolutely on fire, grooved our arrses off all night. Best gig I've had in months. Probably in the last couple of years. I want to do it all again tonight now.