Strange night in London all told. started badly for me and the missus personally, cos we had to rebuy our tix at the door (I still haven't worked out whether it's a ticketweb mix-up, a thievin'postie incident, or whether I just lost em somewhere round the house - all have happened before) which as Trudi said were £17 each

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Didn't watch the loyalties as I haven't liked 'em in the past, but each to their own. Eureka Machines were alright, but I didn't really like their tunes. Wichita Lineman and Take On Me are stone-cold classics tho and, along with Mr Catalyst's banter, well worth leaving the bar area for.
Ginger's set started really well, I thought, great selection of tracks all segueing into each other
a la Market harbour which I thought was a nice touch. Sam and me were v near the back for once and we were accompanied briefly by a dancing Jasmine which was unexpected but quite sweet. After the first rush of songs, Ginger had a brief bit of chat ("I haven't even said hello yet have I?"), and he seemed in a great mood. Then with the arrival of the invitee percussion bit it all started to go wrong. Firstly with the idiotic pisshead who delayed it for a while by falling about everywhere, and then with some subsequent too-long noodly jams. Iquite like those bits in the normal run of things but they were stretching out to the five minute mark with no recognisable structure (particularly the one near the end) and frankly were getting boring. And then the drunk-tossing bit at the end of the set added a sour note to proceedings (I'm right behind Ginger for doing it though, least the pissed twat deserved in my opinion. but it was a downer). But, perversely, in the middle of that slow decline he played Moonriver to Jake, who was onstage with him, and it was a really moving moment.
The encore was right back on track though and left me hoarse from singing along. But it was weird night though and the atmosphere just seemed strange toward the end of the gig.
Good to see people again tho, and hope the next one is as memorable for better reasons.
Ayo, lesson here, Bey. You come at the king, you best not miss. - Omar