On to the Malt Shovel a week later where we in competition with a Motorhead tribute band at the Greyhound and, as anticipated the place was full to start with and still quiet full at about 11 o Clock then completely emptied apart from the VW faithful, didn't even do an encore, I was surprised when I was told we sounded better than ever because we all made mistakes, In defence of Guitar Boy he did suffer the duel concentration breaking experience of breaking a string then the strap coming adrift on his spare guitar, oh yes, then noticing Drummer boy taking his photo during the beginning of My Way. I had no such excuses for my performance during Mrs Robinson, after practicing it about 4 times during the day I still cocked it up. On the positive side we all did very well to keep it together as one of the barman took about 3 minutes to get a packet of fags out of the machine which is situated next to where we play, he got the biggest cheer of the evening when he eventually managed to extract the required goods.
Only one gig this month at the Intake Club in Mansfield again, where the wonderful Verbal Warning are headlining an all dayer, but it does look increasingly likely that we'll be on the at the Rock and Blues festival during July, fingers crossed.
