Ouch!

Went to music night. Drank too much red wine. Got home at 2 am. Had a good time and some good chats with various people. Just so relieved that I had today off to recover!! What was really good to see were the number of us budding creative types with our note books out, writing down our thoughts - in the middle of the pub! I wonder if we all were making the same observations? The number of keen participants exceeded the usual 10 - so there must have been 20 acts last night. Bless - the two young blokes who did a Snow Patrol cover. It was an interesting assault on the ears. But I cannot criticise - I can't sing or play an instrument so anyone who gets up there and is brave enough to have a go should be applauded! Though for some I wouldn't recommend they give up their day job!
Seems that the last night is now next weekend not this one. I lose track of when it will finally be. Maybe the new owners are getting cold feet? Anyway Open Mike Night has been found a temporary home - in a pub further up the High Street and on a Tuesday not a Thursday. Times they are a changin!


Been some great stuff on BBC Radio 7 today. 'Whatever happened to the Likely Lads?', 'Agnes Gray' by Anne Bronte and Temple - always entertaining to hear a prog that was recorded 40+ years ago - everybody speaks proper English! Where did it all go wrong? Anyway I must catch up with The Archers. Missed it on Sunday due to walking alternative!

Tomorrow is my last Gills game for this season. At least the ST prices have been announced now and are way cheaper than this year. E i E i O Up the football league we go!

Five years ago on this day - I was on a train with my Gillingham posse (Lovegod and GillsGod etc from the MB) to Nottingham. Last away game of the season. Marlon King helped us win 1-0. It was a mental train journey with a bunch of very drunken chaps. We seemed to leave London at 9am so we could drink more in Notts and go to some bar called Hooters. Think that gives a clear picture of the sort of pub it was. We then moved to the pub next to he ground and mingled with home and away fans - there was a really good party atmosphere. It was also the beginning of Lovegod and me ending our footballing romance with each other. A misunderstanding over money and his insistance that I was too good for him meant we sort of parted ways. Especially after I received a vicious email purporting to be from him - but in fact sent by a mate who used his email account. Boys. Apologies were later made and accepted but things were never really the same after that. We still see each other at football obviously and have made our peace with each other following a Northern Line tube journey last year when I discovered he was living in Tooting.
Lovegod is now president of the Friends of Gillingham FC, engaged and owner of a house. Which goes to prove a lot can happen to a person in 5 years! I always knew he probably had Gillingham written through him - like a stick of rock! We did have some very mad post match drinking sessions. Ah The Last Waltz!