The historic building was dire. We had visitors alright, but they didn't seem particularly interested in anything. Dinner was the regulation frozen hamburgers.
The pub was a great success. A group of local artists who came in the previous Sunday came back, and so did a group of Spanish nurses I talk to. One of the artists produced the portrait of me that he had promised to paint, and it's such a good likeness of me when I'm playing. It looks exactly like what I feel like when I play. A couple of passers-by came in when they heard me playing, and stayed for three hours. I really like that pub because nobody makes me feel uncomfortable. I really enjoyed myself.
When I got home with a stiff drink I had a couple of rolls with Lorne Sausage and watched Belle Of The Nineties. Bed at about half past eleven.
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