Gig

Monday night is still swim night.

But this Monday it was also gig night. Bloody hell. It has been a while. I went with him and him to see Grant Hart.

Fab in so many ways.

The barely twenty year old young French chanteuse with her delicate self-penned acoustic numbers made for an incongruous opening. She and her dedicated crowd of friends managed about five minutes of Mr Hart before shuffling off. They should've hung around - he was doing requests.

Anyhoo - here's one from the night with a vaguely aquatic connection. Not the actual night but... ah you get what I mean.