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I had a bit of a FRAUGHT afternoon yesterday, DETAILS of which will be displayed later this week, but suffice to say: i was a bit STRESSED when Steve and I hopped on the train to Cambridge last night. I needed an evening of FUN and PALS to get over the experience... and luckily that's exactly what I got.

After checking in at The Hamilton Lodge (my B&B of CHOICE in Cambridge - lovely breakfast!) we wandered down to The Portland Arms where we found promoter Mr S MacAllister waiting for us. He apologised for the fact that he'd ordered our TEA in a bit early - surely one of the things that anybody ANYWHERE would LEAST need to apologise for - so we got straight on to VEGGIE SAUSANGE AND CHIPS. By the time we had finished, and got through a pint of Surprisingly Nice Greene King Mild, I was feeling MUCH better about the universe!

This feeling only increased as various PALS arrived. Ooh it was lovely, and as usual it felt a shame that the CHAT had to STOP so I could go on and do THIS:
  • The Peterborough All-Saints Wide Game Team (group B)
  • Theme From Dinosaur Planet
  • My Boss Was In An Indie Band Once
  • Being Happy Doesn't Make You Stupid
  • The Lesson Of The Smiths
  • Easily Impressed
  • Boom Shake The Room

  • "Hang on", you may say, "I thought you were there to do Moon Horse?" Yes, yes I was, but Steve The Promoter had suggested that I could do a SOLO SPOT as first support, and by golly I'm glad he did. It was GRATE fun, and I managed to get out a large amount of my REMARKS - every time we do Moon Horse I think "OOH! I've got an excellent REMARK to make!" and then CAN'T because The Show Must Continue, so it was nice to have an opportunity to get them out of my BRANE early. It was also a good way of assessing the audience - they were WELL UP for a bit of joining in and singing along, which was an excellent sign for the second set later on.

    Before that, however, we had Model Village. The first thing I noticed about them was the SINGING, which was PROPER and lovely, but then I got distracted by the BASS PLAYING, which was just the right side of WIDDLY to make me happy. Then I noticed the guitar playing and... well, basically I went round the whole band LIKING them before settling down to THOROUGHLY enjoying the whole thing. It was like one of those alt-country type bands suddenly went "Hang on, why don't we have some FUN and play some SONGS with GOOD STUFF in them?" It was ACE!

    And then it was our turn to go on and bring THE SHOW. I know I keep saying it every time we DO Moon Horse but GOLLY I think I'm actually enjoying it MORE the longer we do it, especially when it goes wrong - which it did a couple of times last night, with LARFS ensuing. Steve, SOMEHOW, seems to have got USED to this now and seems to be doing his Postgraduate Work on Saying Amusing Things when this happens! We got the biggest reaction EVER to the "you can't just pretend to go to the moon" BIT - INDEED we got big LARFS nearly everywhere, the only exception being the "Doctor Who" gag, which we expected to TAKE THE ROOF OFF but actually people just smiled at. "Shanklin We Have A Problem" is still my FAVOURITE bit tho!

    So yes, it all went EXCEPTIONALLY well, and then we sat around afterwards for a bout of that most DELIGHTFUL of pub conversations: Saying Bands Everyone Likes Are BORING In A Forthright Manner. There was SPLUTTERING, there was semi-serious DEBATE, and there was GOOD TIMES all round, it was excellent!

    And so I finished the day in a SUPREMELY happier mood than I'd been in earlier - thank you, CAMBRIDGE, that was lovely!

    posted 17/11/2011 by MJ Hibbett

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