O.K. Yesterday Was Yesterday

or...the morning after the night before. As is usually the case many of us head to the Trumpet in Bilston for the Sunday afternoon session before all heading our own separate ways. Martin achieved a lifetime's ambition by playing a couple of numbers in between sets by the house Jazz band who always play there on a Sunday afternoon. He therefore requested a picture outside afterwards.
Given some of us were up till 3 am, things were a little subdued compared to the day before. Our one quandary of the day was how to get from the Trumpet to Birmingham International Airport, when a good friend stepped in and offered to drop us off on the way home. Richard, we owe you a pint when you are not driving.