What an honour to play on the very same stage that Gary Moore himself once once graced. Well, 'stage' is a slight exaggeration; a small section of raised floor in a small corner of a small bar in a small but very famous pub. Nonetheless, above it is a photo of the man himself in action.
But once we finally squeezed in and got set up (and poor old Shaun finally made it through the A27 traffic jams), we enjoyed a slightly truncated evening entertaining a crowd that had been somewhat depleted by the Ingerland football match that had thoughtlessly been scheduled to clash with our gig.
'Truncated' because our finish time was hastily changed to 11pm (having previously been moved from 11pm to midnight) after neighbours suggested we were a bit loud. Hard to disagree with them, to be honest.
Highlights of this, the second part of our fantastic double-header in the south east, included an Asian gentleman kindly helping me park my car in one of the few spots available outside the pub (I was slow to realise that he was simply trying to stop me from hitting his beloved BMW that was behind me - one of those ones with the furry personalised plates),
And the thunderstorm that hit Hove as we waited for Shaun to arrive cleared to a dramatic evening sky. 'Tinseltown in the Rain' sprang to mind. Blue Nile, wasn't it?
