Gigging

Another International Festival gig this evening - and this time it suited us well. Benjamin Clementine, at the Festival Theatre. Loud at times, with a deep throbbing base, but still lots of light and shade in the music, stage presence, soaring singing, and also the unpredictable, like a song he improvised on the basis of hearing that someone was from Aberfeldy. He held the audience in the palm of his hand.

Apart from that, I paid an enormous sum to get my car through its MOT and made some further small progress on the long list of life laundry that needs properly washing before the end of the month.