A quiet night if truth be told. As very few of us were playing, it came back round fairly fast so an opportunity to polish off songs some of us don't normally bother with.

The pub was fairly quiet (away match for pool) so we "had the floor."

The rookery, Eric, Nigel eventually (once stoked up on beer) and yours truly started the night and eventually joined by Richard. Both other Ians supplied the audience, both being too miserable to sing. Whassisname from near me sat listening too, and one or two of the bar flies were saying they enjoyed a few of the songs.

There. A factual review without a single knob gag. Unlike the actual night....

(The rookery may be interested to know that two pints after he left, Nigel was admitting he preferred my guitar to his. Round one sorted.)