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Dancing at the Duck
by admin - 17:24 on 08 April 2012
Strawdogs' gig at The Drouthy Duck was proof that we've finally arrived – an enthusiastic crowd, a full dance floor (for Common People, a few others, and anything by The Killers) and playing that was mostly competent. Shame we don't have any more gigs lined up.
The management will have us back when they've organised their diary; maybe by then the boss will have worked out how to turn off the radiators. A sweat-soaked Michael would appreciate that.
It was a memorable night for Matt who not only managed to keep hold of his drumsticks, and not to break any, but was also presented by his girlfriend with a surprise 27th birthday chocolate cake (in the shape of a drum, of course) complete with sparkler and a serenade from band and audience.
A less memorable night was had by the audience member (old enough to know better) who ended the evening slumped over a table, surrounded by empty glasses She was last seen prone on the pub lawn where friends were attempting to revive her, watched by an anxious taxi driver. And some people still oppose minimum pricing of alcohol.
I got to my bed by 1.30am and was awakened ninety minutes later by a cat who was anxious to know how the gig had gone. Music-lovers can be a nuisance.
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