Groundhog night?
Ah, day two. Groundhog night? Not a bit of it really. This time the evening started in a hotel, waiting for Ella’s train to get in – once we’d got ourselves checked in and sorted we nipped up to the marvellous Tap and Tumbler for a few drinks and general catching up with folk. There was a nice atmosphere about the place, and I finally succumbed to the temptation I always have in there to buy a pint of Trooper – Iron Maiden produced beer, and very nice it was too. With plenty of folk on hand to talk to, it was a splendid way to start the night.
Better still, who should be stood next to me at the bar but Cliff – who I mentioned yesterday. I’ve literally not seen him for a good many years, and it was absolutely fantastic to get the chance for a prolonged natter at the bar. Reminiscing, putting the world to rights and occasional introductions – it was great. As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog (which gave me my record views in a day since the blog’s inception – thank you!) Cliff tutored me through firewalking and glasswalking back in the day – both amazing experiences on different ends of the adrenaline scale.
The only pitfall was as time did its inevitable thing we realised we’d propped the bar up and talked our way through the support slot of Louise Distras which is very remiss of me, my humblest apologies to her. In the venue we headed up to the balcony, Ella was planning on taking in the gig from on high – whilst unlike yesterday I was planning on getting smashed around the moshpit for an hour and a half. Which gave Ella dual duties of set list noting and carrying my assorted breakables. So it’s thanks to her that I have the song order, haha!