This is not a blog.

Let me put that another way, this IS a blog, but not a normal blog.

(Regular readers will readily attest to the veracity of that last statement).

What I am trying to convey is that I’m on one of my brevity kicks again, and would like to reduce the word count of this edition of the FG blog, to allow for the healing process to begin earlier.

Will I succeed?
Only one way to find out.

Be Welcome, Gentle Reader, and read on…

I have been beginning this blog for weeks now with statements along the lines of ‘Phew, that was a busy week”. This is a tried and tested formula for blog beginningness, so it seems a shame to break a tradition.

Phew, that was a busy week.

This was made more so, not by the Cherryburn performance on Sunday, the two Care Homes midweek, The Fuse on Friday or St Paul’s on Saturday, but rather by adding in a few days of work for what Mr V. Morrison refers to as ‘The Man’.

On top of that lot, we’ve been working on new songs, made a new run of CD’s, and been rehearsing for our Guest Night at Loughton Folk Club this coming Thursday.

Finally; the admin generated by FG is a nightly preoccupation.

Phew, that was a busy week.

And rather good fun too.

Cherryburn was very nice, open air shenanigans and a lovely setting. It was the last Folk in the Farmyard of the season and we did have a very nice day. Photos somewhere by The Wrinkly Wroadies, revealing that Pauline came well prepared.

Lovely people, lovely setting.

Care Homes were fine, as usual a good time, and a few giggles along the way – just as it should be.

The Fuse, h’mm, not so good. The venue is hard to get to, and appears largely unknown by folks in Prudhoe. The turnout was very poor, and as we’ve tried a couple of times there, I think we’ll think about another venue that has been suggested, which has a good track record of audiences. One (tiny) crumb of comfort is the fact that the experience is shared not just by us, other folks have played there, with a similar result.

Shame, as the venue is really very good.


So, St Paul’s then?

A washout?

A disaster?

More of a rollicking good night, thank you very much!

We did the long version of ‘Stories with Strings’ for a good sized audience in the Church Hall, and they sang, laughed and smiled their little socks off, bless em’. It was great night, and restores the faith somewhat too!

This week coming we will be back on the Folk Club trail, when we visit Loughton FC in Essex. Last time we were guests there, it was so hot that the sweat in my eyes made it impossible for me to see the fretboard to play some solos.

I hear they’ve put the heating on.

So that just leaves some pics. We used the Fuse big screen and our lights to grab a few shots before the show (yes we did play a full show), the results are quite nice too; well done the Wrinklies.

Next week I think we will be revisiting the King’s Head and Washerwoman’s Legs Folk Club to see what is going on, and also be hearing about some new rubbish concerning the folk and acoustic circuit that has leapt into my febrile mind.

Febrile huh?

Who knew?

And so as the setting sun of the west, greets an evening of opportunity, and the strange man in the corner undoes the dirty raincoat of anticipation, I notice it is the end of this (short) blog.

Until next time, Acoustic Chums,

Keep Strummin’


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