The Big Music
10/03/2013 01:23 amBeen waiting for this day for the last four years. It was time to do our bit in getting a certain Old King Colin sacked before he managed to cut down any more trees or commission yet another palace or monument in his memory. But no such luck. He is back bigger and smugger than ever and the only hope is that he retires soon and his number two takes over. Then there’ll never be a dull moment in local politics and a certain serpent can change her name to Sybil due to such amazing powers of prediction
But in the meantime there was a big fat freebie feast this evening. Never say no to a free concert especially when it by the river with a gorgeous view over to the city with its mini Manhattan delusions of grandeur
These mob are called Bjorn Again and market themselves as an ABBA cover band. But it turns out that’s a bit like saying the Pope is a Catholic.
They were due to take the stage at 7pm and the support band was another wannabee. This one did Freddy Mercury/Queen impersonations.
Was very happy with both the time and location. A 9pm finish meant a leisurely ten minute walk up the hill to catch the bus to the Lair at around 9.30pm. No crazy rushing required. That has often been the ruin of so many other events. Nothing like clock watching to catch the last bus to make it next to impossible to remain in the present moment
It also meant being able to go voting followed by a coffee shop crawl and a leisurely walk down to the river in time for all the fun and festivities.
( Thank you for the music )
But in the meantime there was a big fat freebie feast this evening. Never say no to a free concert especially when it by the river with a gorgeous view over to the city with its mini Manhattan delusions of grandeur
These mob are called Bjorn Again and market themselves as an ABBA cover band. But it turns out that’s a bit like saying the Pope is a Catholic.
They were due to take the stage at 7pm and the support band was another wannabee. This one did Freddy Mercury/Queen impersonations.
Was very happy with both the time and location. A 9pm finish meant a leisurely ten minute walk up the hill to catch the bus to the Lair at around 9.30pm. No crazy rushing required. That has often been the ruin of so many other events. Nothing like clock watching to catch the last bus to make it next to impossible to remain in the present moment
It also meant being able to go voting followed by a coffee shop crawl and a leisurely walk down to the river in time for all the fun and festivities.
( Thank you for the music )