Missed the only bus out of the village (seriously? One a day? At 8am? Come on) so got a taxi back to Consett. Bus to Newcastle, got off at the wrong stop, walked eventually to the station. Comfy train to Edinburgh, watching old episodes of Dad's Army on my phone.
Checked in to the pokiest of hotels, my home for the next two nights. Tomorrow's show in Dundee had long been cancelled (as they thought I was a folk singer, I'm glad they realised I wasn't before the show itself) so I figured I should just spend two nights in my favourite city.
Venue annoyed me tonight - they're on half the door but didn't even mention it in any social media or put the posters up. And then get grumpy when only 6 people turn up. What did they expect?
I knew 3 of those 6; Helen (who I haven't seen for years, and years), Nicky and Phillippa.
Show wasn't bad, even though in a proper venue with a proper stage and lights, it felt intimate - due to the lack of audience, and was a relaxed performance. Not bad.
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