So hungover. Not the best time to play 12 gigs. We did though; Greg, Gemma, Soul and myself played 12 gigs in a day for charity, helped considerably by Louise and Malcolm.
Playing trad-folk songs, with Christmassy bits, the schedule was tight but we became a well-oiled machine by the end of it. Very quickly, here's how it went:
Gig one: tiniest cafe, owner wasn't in and staff didn't know we were coming. Played anyway and they loved it.
Gig two: 3 audience members, awkward.
Gig three: 2 audience members, awkward.
Gig four: Busy pub, better performance, pretty girl behind the bar recognised me from Thursday's gig. We did well.
Gig five: Room full of thugs, who mocked our folkiness but gave generously at the end.
Gig six: Amazing venue, amazing staff, amazing audience, great performance.
Gig seven: Packed, venue had forgotten about us but we felt welcome anyway. Brilliant show.
Gig eight: Perfection. Best venue ever, warmest reception, everyone on side, all of it - brilliant.
Gig nine: Punters a bit rough around the edges but we're on fire now.
Gig ten: BBC performance, live on air, pressured but we stormed it.
Gig eleven: Roughest, chaviest audience you could imagine, who heckled a lot but then gave us £70 and treated us like heroes. So bizarre.
Gig twelve: Rowdy, party finale in the right venue. Everyone got it. We stormed it, and then got very drunk with the everyone afterwards.
We made over £500 for the charity in the process, we're all a bit broken by it, but we're doing good things here. Greg and band are wonderful people, I'm very lucky to have met them. Happy Paul.
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