FOLKDISCO LIVE GIGS

Fat Pat is determined to sing 'Mustang Sally'. Over the years I've got some kind of idea of knowing how good people are going to be just by looking. And clearly Pat's going to be bad. Really, really bad. And he isn't in tune or anything... See More

Had an ace night entertaining the good folk at Piccadilly Circus. Especially Hannah, Jazz, Kiera, Kento, Andrea and especially Keith, who films me playing 'You Want More' in front of the big signs. Good stuff. But oh, my useless attempts... See More

Had a bit more of a go on Dam Straat not far from Dam Square. The mixer, which was distorting a bit earlier packed up completely. About 100 shops selling hardcore pornography but you can't get a PP9 battery for love or money! Alex is... See More

Really lovely. First session is probably a bit ropey by my standards. But by the second and third, I've relaxed, hit my stride, and everything's hunky dory. My mate Roxy sings cheesy covers for the masses, and she's invited me down to fill... See More

Play in a little café bar, along the sea front. Ok, but they're a bit unresponsive. Try to play the old sixties numbers, and take requests, to varying effect. They like a bit of Roy Orbison, Animals and Jungle Book, but no-one gets really... See More

Playing acoustic music to a big gang of Espanols on the beach, gorgeous vibes, feeling that little bit more natural hippy by the minute. Everyone says I'm fantastic, but really, I'm too drunk to remember all the words, and I'm getting more... See More

Tonight, Cambridge is a hen free zone. But hey, it's friday, so maybe there'll be a few more tomorrow. There's a big gang out to celebrate Vicky leaving Cambidge, so she must be like *really* unpopular. Anyway, big shouts to Leaving... See More

Nice night, start late, end late, have fun inbetween. It's sad all of the students have left, I miss them. Instead of 50, there's a crowd of 15. Maybe there's some other reason for the small crowds? Dunno. Suppose maybe I'll have to get... See More

Tom is dressed as a drummer boy. Tom is lucky. He could have been dressed as a Hawaiian dancing girl in grass skirt and flowery bra like Pete over there. Stag couture! I'm trying to sing Twist and Shout but I keep giggling too much. Tom's on over-enthusiastic backing vox. Everybody's singing, about 60 people. And one singing pantomime horse. Yes, a horse. It's utterly bonkers. In the best possible way :-)

I've just about finished packing up and clearing up the rubbish when Dave and Gretel want a couple of songs. So it's well past four and heading towards five when I finally get back to the Manatee. And over in the east, the sky is getting lighter, dawn's already coming in. Dawn, April, and I've still got the ARIA strapped to my back. It's gonna be a good summer.