Nothing Ever Happens Here...

An evening at Summerhall for a night of music and blipper sightings (Pensioner, Middleman and JayBrock, to name a few).

The first guy on couldn't hold a note, but Woodpigeon (who'd lost his voice this morning) and Withered Hand more than made up for it.

I had me a great old singalong to Dan. Wonderful.



The only downside was that several folk thought it was ok to talk through the sets, and the rainy walk to find a bus (top of Leith Walk).
Apart from that, it was a top night.