self potrait 2011I am Darren Floyd, a writer/painter who lives in Cardiff.

 

I had my first solo London exhibition at the 100 Years Gallery in Hoxton on the 19th of February 2015.

 

The blog is mainly about gigs, music, running and art, which pretty much sums me up.

 

 

 

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Bugs and Flowers

Posted on 12th October, 2017

My life is full of joy. Part of that is my daily cycle to work. However Wednesday morning was a bit of a slog. The Autumn mornings are dark and starting to get cold. One of the gears has failed on my bike and I was huffing and puffing up the Taff Trail towards Caerphilly while listening to the Marc Riley 6Music show on my phone, what I heard made me smile a lot. Marc had alt rock (?) singer Jeffrey Lewis in session. A few months ago I'd emailed Jeff to ask him to play his track 'Bugs and Flowers'. I've always loved the track and had used it recently to illustrate the subject of impermanence and gratitude. It's a beautiful, funny song, and lo and behold he was doing it on the session! Amazing!

 

Sian wasn't keen on the gig cause it was a school night, can't say I blamed her. I got there at 9 hoping to see one of the support bands - 'The Gentle Good' - who I love, but they were on and off by the time I'd arrived. I was pretty sure I'd bump into some friends at the gig as I wondered a) to buy the nice looking but expensive vinyl and b) whether to live dangerously and have a beer. As I was pondering these questions Julia Short - a friend introduced to me by Steve Ford - said hello, she'd left her boyfriend at home so I bought us a beer and we yapped about gigs and the like. 

 

I wasn't quite prepared for uplifting the gig would be. I'd seen Jeff before and he is very funny, but he seemed to up the quirk and the humour tonight. I knew he did mini talks and presentions but I don't think I'd ever seen him do one at a gig before. We were treated to a 'low budget' drawn film aboutcomedy revenge and another about the fascinating life of Cannibal Monkeys, which was hilarious. Oh yeah there was another at the end which depicted a very literal interpretation of the Nirvana song 'Big Cheese'. 

 

Jeffrey Lewis Clwb Ifor 11th of October Cardiff






'Posters' was the second song in and was full of bounce and energy, which sort of set the tone for the gig. Jeffrey was joined on stage by his brother Jack. Clwb Ifor was pretty busy for a Wednesday night and there was a good atmosphere, except for two oinks who - as ever for a gig in Cardiff - were spectacularly fucked up. They did barge their way through the audience, but I have seen worst behaved audience members.

 

It was a funny gig, and the humour was on the darker side of the scale and included songs called 'Crack Head Ian', and a song about Cannibal Monkeys illustrated by Jeff's drawings. Very funny and very grim. 

 

Then came 'Bugs and Flowers'. I was very happy, and mouthed the words along with Jeff. I looked over and someone else was bouncing up and down, smiling and mouthing all the words as well. 

 

Great gig, probably the best set I've seen him do and it was a bonus to bump into Julia. I'll be back at Clwb Ifor on Friday night to see Skinny Girl Diet. 

Oh, Spaceman

Posted on 3rd October, 2017

Going to a gig the night before you’re running a half marathon is probably not the best pre-race preparation. My training for this year’s Cardiff Half hadn’t gone great, and it’s only recently that I've recovered from my reoccurring calf injury and have been able to get some of my pace back. I knew I wasn't going to get a PB so I thought 'Why not go see Micah P Hinson in the Globe?'. Great musician and playing just round the corner from me. 

 

It wasn’t the best set I’ve ever seen Micah P do for a number of reasons. He was having sound problems which did hobble him for three or four songs. The other handicap were three people close to the front who were either pharmaceutically or alcoholically heroically fucked. Now that in itself isn’t a problem, it’s a Saturday night and however you want to enjoy it is up to you. However the Globe is a small venue, it was little under half full and Micah P is not a ‘Put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don’t care’ kinda act. The three well refreshed people were singing songs back to Micah P, clapping and generally being yahoos. This was not just my opinion, Micah P was clearly pissed off and it created a really horrible, awkward atmosphere. My mate Steve Ford had managed to get a night off looking after his new born son to come to the gig and he was squirming along with me at the tension in the room.

 

Micah P Hinson - The Globe - Cardiff 30th Sep 2017

 

Thankfully it settled down after about six songs and he really took off. He was ostensively playing his new album  ‘Holy Strangers’ which is great but grim. Steve Ford ashen of face shook his head vigorously saying “That man knows what’s it’s about.” When Micah spoke about the slightly traumatic birth of his first son.  He went off but came back on for an encoure and much to my joy he played my favourite song 'The Day Texas Sank to the Bottom of the Sea'. In the 4 or 5 times I seen him I've never seen him do that song. Amazing! Except that the Fucked Three started singing along loudly, so loudly that Micah P stopped and said: "Please don't sing along. Do it in your car if you want, or in your bath, but not here."  They did stop, but honestly, it's a very Cardiff think to get fucked up for a gig, regardless of the type of performer. It's a selfish idiotic thing to do and it's quite a blight at this particular venue. 

 

Micah was signing albums after and I felt that I had to apologise for the crowd. 

"Yeah it was a tough crowd." he said "But you need that sometimes to push you." He signed my album, I thanked him for the encore and he tahnked me for coming and shook my hand. A great end to a patchy evening. I hope it doesn't put him off playing Cardiff. 

 

Running shirt Cardiff Half Marathon 2017The next morning I felt like death warmed up. I'd have prefered to have a bit more time to chill and drink coffee but I couldn't get out of bed and then the bath. I did get dressed and out and walked down to the Hilton. I always head to the Hilton to queue up for the toilets which are always preferable to the porto-loos and then to the running pen. I didn't leave it to the last moment, just about half an hour until the gun time to get a good place.

 

The countdown and then we were off. As per tradition I ran into one of the toilets in the first mile for a slash and then got running again. I felt pretty good, the pacewas okay if a little punishing. I'd set it to a sub-1:30 time just to push myself. 

 

The good thing about the route is that there's long stretches of straight flat road, Penarth road from mile 2 to 3 and a bit is like that so you can chew the miles and focus on your pace. The only moderately hard part of the course is after mile 3 where you go up a hil toward Cardiff Marina, the support dies away and the only sound is the heavy breathing and heaving dap slapping of the runners. It last for - at most - a quarter of a mile and it's a nice slope towards mile 4 and 5 around Cardiff Barrage towards the Bay. The salty sea air across the Barrage was bracing and I shouted 'Future of the Left!" to Kelso the former bassist and current (?) of Truckers of Husk. 

 

The Bay was just about chewing miles. I hadn't hit my pace since mile 3 but I was doing 7:15 miles which were decent. I didn't go for the water stations and felt pretty good. The injury wasn't flaring up so I just got into the rhythm. I yelled "Roath!" as I ran into my 'manor' around mile 9. I looked out for Sian (she later told me she didn't turn up) or friends but nuthin! 

 

I did find the miles around Roath Park Lake a bit tough, They always seem to go on forever, but then weirdly after mile 10 the endorphins kicked in and I sped up. I actually enjoyed the last two miles and managed my customary sprint to the finish. I got in at 1:37 which was better than the 1:45 I thought I might get. Got my medal, the nice running shirt and filled my boots with free bananas (not literally...).

 

Sian and I had a full afternoon planned of drinks and friends so I was keen to get home. The sooner I got home the longer I could spend in the bath drinking the excellent Roath Brewery porter 'Death Junction'. Part of the route of the half is on the way back to my house, I was feeling pretty good,  so yes, like a twat I rejoined the race for half a mile and ran with my medal. From the sidelines I heard people say: "He's running it again!"

 

Great day which shows Cardiff it a great light, with a truly world class course. 

At Home, At Work, At Play

Posted on 28th September, 2017

Ron Mael - Sparks, Bristol O2 - 26th SEPTEMBERLike most kids growing up in the 70's I was equal parts traumatised and fascinated by the sight of Hitler playing keyboards on 'Top of the Pops'. Ron Mael's menacing gimlet eyed stare was in sharp contract to the energetic antics of  his brother Russell, Sparks lead singer.

 

It came as a bit of a surprise to me about ten years ago to learn that Sparks were still going, and actually producing some pretty decent music. Then on a few visits to D'Vinyl - Roath's finest second hand record store - I hit a rich seam of cheap Sparks records while crate digging, and my love of the band started to grow.

 

So Sian and I found ourselves in Bristol Tuesday night to see Sparks at the O2 Academy. Sparks have enjoyed an Indian Summer recently due to a collaboration with Franz Ferdinand, and their new album 'Hippopotamus' which is superb, arch and catchy like all the great songs in their back catalogue.

 

The O2 is a shit venue. Terrible overpriced cooking lager, 'orrible toilets and now extra draconian security just to make you feel really welcome. Some of our mates were thinking of going but were put off by the O2. We went for a couple in the Hatchet (a great unpretentious Heavy Metal pub across the road from the O2), and got in a few minutes before Sparks took to the stage.

 

Dressed in co-ordinating stripes (and Ron looking menacing and dapper in a stripped suit) the band were straight out of the gates with a song from the new album - who's name escapes me - and then BOOM! second song 'At Home! At Work! At Play!,' amazing. The Mael brothers were backed by a very tight band and they bounced through a set where songs from 'Hippopotamus' rubbed shoulders with the hits. I'm a bigger fan of their 70's guitar led stuff than their 80's more electronic songs, but holy shit 'Number 1 Song in Heaven was jaw droopingly good. Midway through the song Ron got up from behind his keyboard and did a dance, it was even more terrifying than his deathly 'It puts the lotion in the basket' stare. Russell spent the set bouncing around the stage and it's hard to believe that he's 68, he did look knackered at the end though.

 

Sparks, Bristol O2 - 26th SEPTEMBER

 

 

It's a mark of a great gig that Sparks could do 'This Town Ain't Big Enough for the Both of Us' before the encore, including original squealing guitar solo. The encore included a storming 'Armature Hour' and 'Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me)' and it was out into the warm September evening.

 

A great gig and one of my favourite of the year.

Runaway

Posted on 16th August, 2017

It's been an odd year for my running habit. I don't seem to have been able to get my pace back. It's down to a few prosaic reasons.

 

The charger for my Garmin after ailing for awhile died and so I haven't been able to judge my pace or distance. I bought a new charger but it was the wrong size. Other than the Cardiff Half I'm not training for a race so there hasn't been an urgent need to know my stats so I've just been making an aproximation of distance and speed. This could all change next month when I find out if I've got a place in next year's London marathon but for now I'm happy just to spin my wheels.

 

What's been a bigger pain in the ass is that in the last week I had a reoccurance of the calf injury I got at the start of the year. My own stupid fault. I punted in a few extra runs, and did the ParkRun for the first time in ages on Saturday in an effort to regain my pace. My calf had started to hurt in the week and that morning, but I thought 'Nah, it'll be fine, I'll run through it.' Big mistake. I I set off at a brisk pace, it felt comfortable although the calf was hurting but around three quauters of the way my calf really began to hurt to the extent that I had to stop and hobble back. First time ever I've not finished the ParkRun. 

 

The immediate impact was that I spent the next two days with an icepack on my leg and didn't go for my usual Big Run on the Sunday. I was pissed off but my fault. I suppose the good(ish) news is that it seems to be healing quicker than last time, so I may go out for a short clomp on Friday and hopefully I can reinstate my Big Run on Sunday. 

Castle Greyscale

Posted on 31st July, 2017

Friday night as another fun packed night in an eventful week.

 

I made an executive decision to go and see 'Cowtown' at Clwb Ifor Bach after hearing then on the Marc Riley show. It not being a school night gig Sian was willing to take a punt on them. After a Friday night snifter at Tiny Rebel we popped along to Clwb. We had time to have another snifter and take a look at the mech and then a load of our fiends came in for Rob Sell's birthday. I bough a few drinks and it was great to catch up especially with Captain Keef and Simon Ayre. 

 

Cowntown were low-fi, high octane and charmingly shambolic. I recognised the song 'Emojcore' from the Riley show. I think the band said that they were a bit fried from a long journey that day, and they did like to yabber between songs, which was all part of the fun. The drummer looked like he was a late substitute from a Metal band, but they gelled togethor. What was sweet was that they did a short birthday song for Rob at the end, but as Captain Keef pointed out they spent five minutes talking about the song and ninety seconds doing it.  

 

When I fancy the merch at a gig I think 'Oh come on now band don't be shit cause you've got yourselves a sale.' Cowtown were great and a lot of Friday night fun, so I thought 'Vinyl and a t-shirt.' and Sian wanted a totebag and a t-shirt. It's how bands make their money these days, the merch. So I handed some cash to Sian after the gig and she wandered over to buy the stuff while I chatted to Simon. Sian asked the slightly ditsy bass player for the merch.

 

"But that'll be forty quid! Are you sure?" the bassist asked, The Apprentice aren't going to be ringing her anytime soon. 

"Yeah that's fine." Sian replied.

"God! Well have a free CD as well!"

 

It made us feel good as we tottered into Womanby Street. 

Arrows and Bones

Posted on 26th July, 2017

Emma Kupa Gwidi Hw Cardiff 25th July 2017I've come to the Odd Box party a little late. Odd Box are a record label who have relocated from Brighton to London, and is run by the cheery Trev Oddbox (fancy naming a label after yourself...). Odd Box specialise in indie pop and I've sorta been aware of them for years but really added two and two together at last year's Swn festival. Trev has opened a shop called Pop n Hops which sells craft beer and vinyl, genius! I went to Pop n Hops with Sian and my mate Steve Dixon for the first time last Friday and spent too much money in far too short a time. One of the unfortunate knock on effects of the shop opening is that Trev isn't promoting any more gigs. So last night was the last Odd Box promoted gig at the Gwidi Hw. I've probably been to a few of his gigs before, but thought I'd make an effort to get out on a school night as it was the last one.

 

It was a four band line-up with the headliners being Chorusgirl with Emma Kupa as the main support. I got to the gig in time to see teh first support band, and even though it was little over 13 hours ago I can remember very little about them, apart from the drummer was a bit out. The second support were better, they were charmingly 6th form, had a saxophone which fell off stage at one point and their parents came to pick up their equipment at the end of the gig.

 

Emma Kupa was great, a singer songwriter who I was aware of because of her work with Darren Hayman. She's a bit fo a Marc Riley favourite. Loved her sharp articulate lyrics with a ear for a tune, I'll have to check more of her stuff out. 

Chorusgirl  Gwidi Hw Cardiff 25th July 2017

 



 

As it was a small gig there was a swift turnaround between bands which was great, cause my back was hurting I was tired after my adventures in the Smoke on the Monday, there wasn't anyone there I knew well (it was a Billy No Mates gig for me) and I'm taking a break from booze. Love, love, loved Chorusgirl. I'm pretty sure that they were on at Wales Goes Pop! but I missed them. They're a energetic mix of C86 indie pop, with a bit of my beloved Pixies Surf guitar and afro beat. Just brilliant. I was knackered and the gig finished at 11 which is an ask for me on a school night, but fuck it, it was worth it. Even when I got outside and found that some scrout had knicked my bike pump. No regrets. 

I Wanna Be A Warhol

Posted on 25th July, 2017

Work waiting to be hung at Exhibit HereThe trip up to London to drop off my paintings at the RA rejection show was a dry run. The Megabus was a slog, but it sorta worked out, the shitty cheap frames I got from Ikea not so much. As my old framer is out of the framing business I had to find someone new. Davies Framing in Grangetown came up trumps and the painting looked amazing. I'd shared an image of my latest painting on Facebook and although talk is cheap on Social Media, it got a lot of positive reaction, so I thought I'd look around for an exhibition to submit it to. I saw an upcoming exhibition in London, submitted, and Bob's your uncle it got accepted. 

I got into London earlier than expected and (thank God for Sat Nav!) got to the Meiner Gallery on Southwalk St early. As always it was a relief to find the gallery and drop the painting off, and across the road was the Tate Modern. I thought it would be rude not to pop in. 

Tate Modern

 




I hadn't been in for awhile, and certainly not since the Blavatnik building's been opened. The Tate really seemed to be refreshed with a new wave of acquisitions. Many of the artists I didn't know and I found the work fresh and inspiring. Inspiring in as much as it's given me a kick to get back to my studio to work. I had only intended to visit the RA Summer Exhibition. I find that if I try and cram too many exhibitions I get visual fatigue and after awhile don't take too much in, so I only spent around an hour at the Tate. It was the quietest I've ever seen it, although to be fair it was a late Monday morning.

Beard Speak - Gilbert And George - RA Summer Exhibition

I scooted across town to Green Park and the Royal Academy. As ever it was a mixed bag. A few things leapt out at me, although there was nothing really at the Summer Exhibition which really excited me as much as the work I'd seen in the Tate Modern. I did love the new Gilbert and George piece 'BEARD SPEAK', a huge neon temple to hashtag culture. Some of the impact is the sheer size of it - hey size matters - like the Grayson Perry tapastry a few years ago, but even with that it's visually arresting.

 

Of the amateur work the work I really responded to were the prints again. The RA was packed, and it was packed with poshos. As well as enjoying the show I played the usual game of looking up the price of work in the catalogue ('Jesus Christ?! How much?!')  I came out of the exhibition as I do every year with no idea what they're looking for or even how to price it. The best I can do is to just submit the work I think is the best. Not a vintage year at the Summer Exhibition, but still a great and life affirming show to go to. A great day jammed full of art. 

 

 

 

Bullet Proof

Posted on 13th July, 2017

This is the Kit Poster, that's Cardiff with two Fs.As will be evident from this Blog I am one of life eternal fanboys. So when I heard that This is the Kit were doing an in-store in Rise Records Bristol I jumped at it. This is the Kit is the music alias of Kate Stables. I've seen her a few times, loved her last album - 'Bashed Out' and liked the two tracks which have been on heavy rotation on 6 Music. Entry to the in-store was dependent on buying the album, which is fair enough and I was pretty sure to like it.

 

Her stuff is sorta folk rock indie, I dunno, call it what you like but I love it, and it's very 6 Music, which was reflected in the audience at Rise. It was good being back in Bristol (especially as Coldplay were doing the second of two dates in Cardiff, getting out of Dodge was a good idea), any excuse to visit really, and I took my bike on the train cause it's a fair old steep trek to Rise from Temple Meads. I met my mate Tom Rawlings before hand for a natter which was lovely. It was also great to see Bristol/Big Jeff at the in-store, right down the front of course. The place was absolutely packed. There must have been around 150 people in there which is big for a in-store, in my experience.

 

The five piece This is the Kit were great, warming up with some tracks from 'Bashed Out' before moving on to the new album which already has a warm, familiar feeling to it. Kate dressed in a Jeremy Corbyn t-shirt (as was her bassist) was mostly on banjo but swapped to electric guitar for some songs. As you'd expect the audience was full of love and attentive, some little kids were ushered to the front under the watchful eye of Jeff. The nippers were yappy, but in a charming way.  Kate asked us to pretend to sit so group love could be given to the director of her new video who was in attendance. There was also someone sketching the gig. It was very Guardian and QuInoa, which is fine because that's 75% of what makes me up. 

 

Kate said before her penultimate song that she'd be signing, and checking my watch I thought that I wasn't going to get the next train back so I might as well hang about and be a fanboy. Having said that I still edged my way to the back of the audience so I could be close to the front of the signing queue, cause I is a douche bag.

 

This is the Kit - Bristol in-store Rise Records with Big Jeff on the keft

 

 

 

 

 

I got chatting to a lovely old bloke about Public Service Broadcasting who'd also done a recent in-store at Rise. The bloke took awhile to get that I lived in Cardiff:

Bloke: "Are you going to see Public Service Broadcasting?"

Me: "Yeah, I was thinking of going to see them when they play Cardiff."

Bloke: "Did you see them in Ebbw Vale?"

Me: "No." 

Bloke: "Are you going to see them in Colston Hall?"

Me: "No, I might go and see them in Cardiff."

Bloke: "Where do you live."

Me: "Cardiff."

Bloke: "Oh,so it's local."

Me: "Yep."

 

I asked Kate to sign the album and one of the free posters which were knocking about. She liked my default Touché Turtle gig t-shirt

Bloke: "He's come from Cardiff!" 

Kate: "Oh we're playing Cardiff!"

Me: "Yes, The Globe, it's just round the corner from me, I'm going." (I haven't bought tickets yet).

Kate: "This is terrible, but does Cardiff have one or two f's?"

 

So a lovely in-store and I cycled back to Temple Meads I bid a cheerful goodbye to Jeff, until the next time. 

Oh You Pretty Things!

Posted on 2nd June, 2017

Darren Floyd at the Salon des Refuses 2017Last night was one of the key annual dates of my diary. It was the RA Summer Exhibition rejection show in London. I was keen to go this year and worked out that if I dropped the paintings off first thing I could kick around town and attend the opening.

 

To save some cash I thought I'd have a crack at getting the Megabus up (glam, glam, glam). I did have to get to the stop at 5am, and I wasn't encouraged by the bus driver who looked like death warmed up, had the shakes and necked some Red Bull when we got to Newport, but we changed drivers at Bristol and I pretty much slept till Hammersmith.

 

By the time I got to the Candid Arts gallery in Islington the frames had pretty much fallen apart. All my fault, I didn't set a deadline for Andrew my usual framer, so had to source some last minute frames. I spent an hour or so sweating and putting the frames back together on the floor of the gallery. Eventually with aid of a screwdriver, some masking tape and swearing under my breath I got them back together, and then wandered into Islington for some breakfast and coffee.

 

After spending most of the day working on my novel in the British Library I came back to the gallery which looked amazing. It was around 7ish by the time I got there and there was a queue to get in. The gallery was packed and first off I was relieved that the frames had stayed together and were hung up, that's certainly taught me a lesson. I picked up an 'unusual' cocktail and looked around.  The Rejection show is a perfect reflection of the actual Summer Exhibition, in as much as some years are stronger than others. This year's show had a very high quality, probably the only reason many of them got rejected was because of the size, for me the really striking pieces were the larger ones. I was joined by my mates Tim Lambert and Bill MacLehose, so we chatted and because the interesting cocktails had run out we went for a drink round the corner, which upon reflection would turn out to be a mistake.

 

I caught the tube across town to get back to Paddington to get my 9:15 train, but thanks to a delay on the tube I got the train just as they locked the door and watched it pull out of the station. My next train would turn out to be at 10:45, by which time - to use a Cardiff expression - I was 'anging. Still a great night, the exhibition looks great and it feels good to have paintings in London again.

Yeti

Posted on 22nd May, 2017

I am one of life's fans. I get stupidly over excited about things I like, and when I heard the grunge thrash of Skinny Girl Diet on the Marc Riley show back in November I sat up and took notice. Pretty much the first thing I do when find a new band - after checking their music out - is to see if they're playing anywhere near. SGD were a female three piece from London. They gig regularly, must mostly around London. I was so excited by the band that I thought 'Bugger it, I'll see if I can book them to play Cardiff.'. I was in touch with their booking agent and started talking to some promoter friends of mine when they announced a Bristol date. Buying tickets seemed the infinitely simpler and cheaper way to go about seeing them. 

 

 

Life's a dragThe gig was last Saturday, so it not being a school night and with a drag act on the bill I persuaded Sian to come with me and we decided to indulge ourselves by booking a hotel and stay over. The gig was at the Exchange which is a tiny, proper scuzzy venue. The night was a LGBT event with a Trans stand up comedian and performance artist. We got there in time to see the first support act who were a pleasant enough shoe-gazey type band, we enjoyed two of their tracks and went to drink Proceccoo in the bar and to buy some merch. I really wanted the SGD album 'Heavy Flow' on vinyl, and the t-shirts and a demonic cat sketched on them, so it was one for both of us. 

 

It was a very eclectic crowd (no big Jeff) and the organisers had really succeeded in making it a safe place. It's what I absolutely love about going to a gig, is seeing all types of people hanging about and getting along. The Trans stand up was pretty good, but obviously in a lot of pain. The performance artists was joyfully pretentious but a bit ranty. I had thought that maybe it had been a bit indulgent booking a hotel, but SGD weren't on till 11, so we'd have never seen them otherwise. It was nice being able to relax and not worry about dashing off, and there was such a great energetic energy in the venue I didn't feel tired.

 

 

I was surprised when SGD came on as they'd shrunk to a duo of lead singer/guitarist and drummer. They did mention at some point that this was there first gig as a duo. They made enough noise though and attacked there album. They've definately heard a Bikini Kill and Hole album or two, which is no bad thing. Sian and I found ourselves down at the front of the stage and we bopped along enthusiastically. What was great to see was that it was such a mixed crowd. I'm just used to being amongst loads of balding forty somethings, which to be fair is my peer group. One of the set highlights was 'Yeti' which alongside being a brilliant song is also the name of our cat. So win/win. They were just high octane fucking brilliance. The set was over in about 40 minutes and they came back on for what seemed like a genuine encore as they said that they didn't have any more songs to play. Someone called out for the entire set again, the drummer looked knackered. Then Sian and I called out for 'Yeti', yes that's us in the video, we're so proud. They obliged and that was it.

 

What a brilliant bloody gig! It wasn't just the band, it was the venue, the inclusive crowd and going to a gig with Sian. We enjoyed it so much that I'm going back to my original plan and trying to book them for Cardiff, so keep your legs crossed.