Getting out (well a bit)

Last week I had my first night out in a while. I went with Pinkphish to see my friend Christophe performing at Heaton Perk Cafe. I realised when I was chatting to Phinkphish that I have actually known Chris for 12 years now. He was taking Music A level when I met him (and Maths, which is how we met)and ended up reading Music at Durham. He lived with Snaterkat and I for a few months in the middle. Since then he's lived in Barcelona and now in Ireland, making music all the while.

While we were in 6 form Chris used to play in our friend's rather noisy, and lets face it, fairly crap rock bands (wearing earplugs). He's now into the more folky side of things, playing with Harry Bird and the Rubber Wellies. He's one of the wellies. They've recently had an album out and they're travelling round the country. Have a listen and if you feel inclined you could pop along to one of their gigs (I now with I'd written this sooner) or buy their album. I can certainly recommend it. We had a great time.

It was lovely to get out and have some time for just myself. It's just good to be able to give all your attention to the conversation. It totally wiped me out though and poor Jacob was not happy until I was home and had given him a cuddle and some milk. I don't think we're quite there yet.