After many day of calendar watching, the date of the 7 Seconds of Love gig arrived. Paul was a fellow fan, so he came down to London, and we set off together.
I always think that life is what you make it. A silly band is enhanced by a silly audience. With the help of
Inkscape, some craft card, double sided sticky tape and string, I had myself a wonderous soupy hat.
I went down to the Dublin Castle, had a fantastic time. Saw four great bands, met Trevor from Trevor and Simon (swing-your-pants-tastic unexpected bonus!), and ska'ed my wotsits off!
In fact, I had such a good time that I decided it would make sense to go to their next gig.
In Bath.
3 hours drive away.
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. The idea persisted all day - and before I knew it, I was driving to Bath.
And it was fantastic. Met some great people, another great set. And as I was the only one stupidsmart enough to wear my soupy hat, I was in the strange position of having many complete strangers come up to me and ask if they could take my picture.