Last night's gig was fun. Hard work because I've picked up a bit of a cough and cold and am losing my voice, but fun.
A lady in the audience said to me afterwards we were the first live band she'd seen in about twenty years.
She then went on to say how she used to regularly watch bands with her friends at another Stroud pub, now long turned into a housing estate, called The Junction.
I remembered it well, used to play there often.
Do you remember a band called Anastasia, she asked.....
Um, yeah. That was us, that was me, that was my band.
Amazing how paths separate and then reconverge as this funny old life moves on.
Have another gig tonight, then one more tomorrow; missed the chance to go play with Calstar, though Dad's down there on his own this weekend. Feeling too rough to do much but try to recover between gigs, so no sailing at the lake tomorrow.
Monday is a bank holiday for us all though, so gigs done, fully intend to sneak away to the lake to play with the Laser for a few hours in the afternoon.
Weather's lovely. Looking forward to the chance to enjoy it then.