Incidentally, the Holmfirth Picturedrome has been saved from a fate worse than death. The plan to make into a Wetherspoons got chucked out by the council, which is great news.
Anyway, the gig. Classical Biscuits really. At Holmfirth, we got a taster of a new song - Blue Badge Abuser. Yesterday, we got the fully fleshed out version.
And, as is traditional, the caravan guitar got an airing in the encore.
I managed to miss the 11.42 train home by, literally, seconds, so was forced to spend 2 hours in a Canal Street bar while waiting for the 1.42am train - the next 'service' out of there - and managed to stay awake and get off at the right stop, which was a bonus. So all in all, a grand day out with convivial beers in a few choice bars - The Briton's Protection (with added staff drama for real life soap opera. The phrase 'and don't bother asking for a reference' was used!), the Knott (where a £7 burger is actually pretty good value considering the size and quality of it and the amount of chips you get) - good company and a cracking gig.
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Are the phrases 'good company' and 'Canal Street' linked? Is it a euphemism?
Sorry to have missed it John. Needless to say the beer festival was excellent and the evidence is up on the blog.
Ha ha, forgot about the soap opera that unfolded around us in the BP. Why is it that you can sit in a quiet pub with a mate & a scene between 2 people you've never met before in your life can leave you feeling slightly uncomfortable?
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