I succumbed to man-flu in the morning. Nothing worse than a heavy cold and fuggy head but the answer was the sofa. A beautiful stroll with Jasper on the Island at lunchtime, and neighbourly-knitting and film (oh, and baileys coffee!) in the afternoon meant that I was mentally prepared for an evening out.
We first saw Jim Bryson at the Folk Festival last year, and his style was a little different when accompanied by The Weakerthans this evening. I must admit that my preference is for the folkier side, but it was a good night nonetheless. Select but grand use of cowbell and trumpet added to my enjoyment. You can't beat a bit of cowbell.
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