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Fisticuffs In Foxes
by Russell Turner - 17:14 on 12 February 2017
Standing on stage means you get a good view of the crowd – good dancers and bad ones, guys trying to impress the girls, hen night gangs being loud and pink – but occasionally you see the idiots too.
The two-second scuffle I observed last night in Foxes could have ended much worse after a neanderthal swung round and attempted to elbow someone in the face. Contact wasn’t made, and the incident faded after the almost-victim’s girlfriend was dissuaded by friends from taking it further. Last I saw was the attacker being congratulated by his mates. There wasn’t a bouncer in sight.
What started it is a mystery, although the packed pub may have contributed. As, almost certainly, did beer. If anyone had been hit, the shoulder-to-shoulder crush meant that chances are they wouldn’t have been able to fall to the floor.
Fortunately the rest of the night passed without adverse incident. The playing was still rusty in places but passed muster and City Limits’ reception was warm. We’re out again next Saturday, at Jacko’s in Nairn where with luck we’ll be back at concert pitch. Shame that the next gig after that, because of various bandmembers’ absences, is on March 31 when we’re the star turn in a hanger at RAF Lossiemouth.
One of the absences is mine. A week earlier I’ll be in Glasgow, enjoying the the second ARW gig. Mr Wakeman is unlikely to play any of his solo set, but here’s another YouTube flashback for Peter who’s only recently learned what a star he is: Judas Iscariot from the Criminal Record album.
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