Cambridge
Apr 28 '09
A pub on a roundabout on the outskirts of this great University town, a place where I always feel clever by proxy. The stage a small square in the corner of a back room. The evening meal less than appetising, the locals playing pool as we dodge elbows with mouthfuls of nuclear cooked chips. The gig was full, it was hot and it was a wonderful night with people singing and smiling, it was the reverse of last night, it was everything I thought it wouldn’t be. Ella’s mum came, Jennifer Saunders, she smiled and we hugged she left for her hotel having to write a speech for a WI meeting the next day, so she missed my set. Nice to see her though.
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