Funny year, this one. So I'm trying to take stock, TO MAKE SURE IT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. I don't think it will, but hey, you can't be sure. As part of this taking stock I've been looking back on "moments" of the year and... well. Suffer, bitches.
Right. Sunday 12th February was freezing, as I remember. Really bitter. So I was quite relieved when, after a false start, I arrived at the Cockpit in Leeds to watch David Ford play to a packed house. The packed house was the bit that shocked me. I remember mentioning that to Dave and Frances afterwards - I mean, specifically, as in "where the hell did all those people come from?" Made me glad and a little sad at the same time. He deserved it, but I felt a little... I dunno.
Anyway, here's an all-too-brief excerpt from that night. And yes, he is playing a manual typewriter.
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