When seeing the name of this venue, I had made the connection with Dublin's The Point, which is a massive arena where the hold the likes of the Eurovision Song Contest. So I was a little relieved to find that this is a converted church. The outside still says "church" but the inside says "venue" - a decent bar where, you assume, the font used to be. This was a sell-out, which usually means touts hanging around outside, but there didn't seem to be very much business going on. I could have done without the smoke machine - always great news for asthmatics - but this was the best gig of the year so far. Alright, there's only been three to choose from.
Being St David's Day, there was a fine rendition of the song I know as Land Of My Fathers. I had to consult with Nigel to get the correct Welsh spelling. But I think we got it right in the end. During the evening, Nigel had plenty of chance to reminisce with folk in the crowd over holidays in Wales. And there was one notable rave from the grave.
Here's how the evening went...
Fuckin' 'Ell It's Fred Titmus
Lock Up Your Mountain Bikes
CORGI Registered Friends
Running Order Squabble Fest
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Shit Arm Bad Tattoo
For What Is Chatteris
Turned Up Clocked On Laid Off
Paintball's Coming Home
Look Dad No Tunes
Bob Wilson Anchorman
Time Flies By When You're The Driver Of The Train
We Built This Village On A Trad Arr Tune
Joy Division Oven Gloves
Twenty-Four Hour Garage People
All I Want For Christmas Is A Dukla Prague Away Kit
The Best Things In Life
Ninety-Nine Per Cent Of Gargoyles Look Like Bob Todd
And three songs in the encore...
Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau
Help Me Rhonda
The Trumpton Riots
It looks like this could be it for live shows for a short while. But you never know....