TM rides again:

Andy's booked us a gig at the Cowgate Subway (aka the Scrubway) on the 28^th of April. Apparently we'll appear on the upcoming events poster for April along with Proxy. Entry - yes, the Subway actually charges to let you in - will be £3, of which £0 goes to either band. Oh yes: from a notional minus £100 for the first gig (fortunately avoided because you lot drank a staggering amount), we progress to not actually owing money afterwards.

In other news, it was a fairly busy week - various European acquaintances visited, necessitating a few trips to the boozer; TM reconvened for our second post-/pre-gig rehearsal, and Kate and I played badminton (4-1 to me, so partial redress for my total hyoomiliation at the pool table a couple of weeks back) and then had a rather spiffy meal at the Tapas Tree.

Saturday night was a bit good as well: Hannah, Waxy and Neil's mum (first of our mums I've met who like Led Zeppelin) came through from the dark of the West and Neil furnished us with a most impressive meal. The wine flowed, '70s rock boomed from the stereo and we called each other cocks. I say "we" and "each other" but actually I mean "they" and "me". Ah well - it's a privilege to be called a cock by such illustrious company.