The first great failure.

Well, only in the sense that I forgot to write anything yesterday.

So as failures go, it's not the worst thing to happen. Still annoying. 

Yesterday, were gigs 3 and 4 of the weekend. The midday wedding went some way to prove the assertion that children should be encouraged to keep their ideas to themselves (or in this case 'keep his idea, note the singular, to himself').

Of course, I'm being hilariously acerbic and wry as usual. It was fun but starting every scene/story with an explosion that kills everyone is a task that would pose something of a challenge to improvisers more seasoned than I.

The biggest disappointment of the weekend was having to leave am Indian wedding before the buffet. Gutted doesn't begin to describe it.  

Sadly I had to leave and head off to the pub I spend perhaps too much time in, The Fenton, in Leeds, for an intensive, music improv workshop . I was in the guise of music provider which was a good excuse to play the guitar all afternoon.

So forgive me for missing a day. I was being deliciously selfish.

Here. Have some music, inspired by the lovely weather.