Piccadilly Circus

Several issues conspired to make tonight less than ideal for a folk session at The Bridge. The pub was very busy, apparently a wake, the window was missing from the door of the function room and the main ladies' toilet was out of action causing our room to be a bit like Piccadilly Circus with "ladies" rushing backwards and forwards through it to use the alternative facilities.

A couple of people had left by the time I arrived - and I wasn't that late. The rest of us spent the time quaffing our drinks, engaged in pleasant conversation, and waiting in case anyone else turned up. Maggie seemed quite upset that the folk club couldn't go on as usual; I assured her that it wasn't her fault and it wasn't the end of the world.
One good thing to come out of the evening was that the club sign (featured in the background of this blog) turned up behind the bar after being missing for a few weeks.

Conversation ranged widely on folk and non-folk topics. Should we have a geordie themed evening in the future? Mike thinks not. But that led to the singing of The Greyhound Races, a Bristol version of The Blaydon Races.

Why would you be "gathering nuts in May"? According to this article, it should be "knots of May", which makes more sense.

There was some talk of the recent Mendip Fest which saw Mike performing with the Bristol Shantymen and Alan K performing with John S and others in a play first performed by almost the same cast nearly nine years ago.

Eventually we called a halt to what had been a friendly if not too music-filled evening. Let's hope things are back to normal next week.