School Night

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After a marvellous weekend with friends near Gloucester (a place of which I know very little except that it is considered to have been the shining fortress of Caer Lloyw, famed for its nine sorceresses and Arthurian shenanigans) we went out last night to enjoy our own city, ambling along Oxford Street to The Hundred Club for a set from the Kris Barras Band.

Their support was Matt Edwards, whom I've never heard of before, but whose sound engineer seemed more on the ball than KB's. Both bands were excellent, the venue was pleasant, the beer was cheap, and we staggered out to find ourselves magically arrived at the door of Ronnie Scott's where we were assailed by delicious cocktails and very cool jazz; it was a perfect contrast. Had I been coherent I would have suggested hunting down an all night coffee shop til the tube opened, but as it was, we cabbed it home.

Still, it's a good idea and I should remember it for Friday when we're in Brixton for Halestorm.

There was a dream the night before last; Something about a lecture on Love and Equality in Love; I think it was vaguely goddessy but can't remember. Fair to say I'm not my sharpest today.