Not shell

After breakfasting with D & L and admiring L's tortoise BP, we headed off in an approx south-easterly direction, along a series of wonderfully green and leafy roads (ie not the M25), to Hove. Lovely to see Robb again, along with M and the lads. In the evening I played at their club in Portslade; a modestly-sized but very appreciative crowd kindly overlooked my deficiencies in guitar technique and occasionally wince-ing. It was only afterwards that Robb mentioned that Bernie Sanders had been doing a huge sold-out event in Brighton on the same evening. Competition from Bernie Sanders, who'd have thought it?