Norwich is a strange place to get to – in my head getting Snotty to train up to Loughborough so that we could head from there made sense, Norfolk’s main (only?) city is kind of across and down a bit from there, and going via Stevenage would’ve been a massive L shape. Blindly following my Sat Nav though took us most of the way back there before hopping over the A1 and into East Anglia. Ho hum! I had kind of assumed it would take me on a more direct cross-country route!
After negotiating a bit of traffic we were soon checked into the Travelodge in the city centre and in the market for something to eat. Along with Dave and Caroline we were off towards the venue, and found The Woolpack nearby that provided us with food and drink, and some riffraff in the form of much of the band arriving shortly after – and Mick too. Scott was in trouble for what he described as ‘long distance darts.’ They provided some pretty awesome bangers and mash in a Yorkshire pud.
Shortly before heading off Dave had summoned me outside for what could’ve been a sinister conversation – it turned out to be quite the opposite – and soon enough we were off to the venue. The Owl Sanctuary unfortunately didn’t have any owls in it, although I don’t suppose they would’ve appreciated the noise levels once the acts got started. An administrative complication meant Waggy et al didn’t actually know The Lagan were up first, so a bonus for us but I guess extra faffing with sound-checking, but it all went off pretty well in the end. The front bar area was in a horseshoe shape, with the venue out the back.