This proved to be a quite a good day all in. I went to work, having packed my car full of the tools I would be taking to Newcastle to fix the ceiling. Then I drove to Stourbridge to do a gig. The gig was bloody lovely, brilliant fun. Then I drove to Leeds and hung out with my friend there.

It's a simple story.

There were moments at the gig, captured on video for posterity.

I'm telling this tale on Sunday night, now, retrospectively, and, quite frankly, I remember no more detail than I've said.

One amusing story was that the show was started before the compere was in the room. We were all having coffee and the promoter ran in to shout to the compere that he was on. We had to scuttle into the room sharpish, with our coffees in our hands. As it happens, it was a nice relaxed start, since we'd just been chatting and drinking coffee. That's how gigs should begin.

I know I had fun on the stage, so that's my justification for going to Stourbridge all sorted.