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Saturday, 11 January 2014

Mandi wasn’t looking forward to going out last night, as I had been invited to a ‘do’ at The Maze along with a load of other people somehow connected to the Nottingham music scene as a social thank you for supporting the venue over the years. Having been out to gigs with me before, she thought that I’d spend all my time talking to people and leaving her out, which I have been guilty of in the past. I couldn’t turn this down though as in my opinion it is about time I was invited to this kind of thing, having considered myself something of an outsider with the community in the beginning and managing to work my way in over the last few years. We had already arranged to go out for a few drinks at The Lincolnshire Poacher, so decided to start at The Maze and work our way down the hill to the pub. The free bar was another incentive of course, but we didn’t abuse that like I would have done once upon a time.

Mandi’s fears about being left out were unfounded in the end, as apart from one other person I didn’t have the first idea who anyone was. I had seen a lot of names that I knew in the invitation message but none of them turned up. We stuck around for a couple of hours before heading off, and managed to snap this picture without attracting too much attention.



Since I was a child I have enjoyed spotting signs of a lingering Christmas; decorations, street ornaments, banners, that sort of thing. There’s something a little sad about these little hints of Christmas, and I wonder about the circumstances sometimes. Today I saw this window display and realised that it actually was part of an old people’s housing complex, so there’s a chance that the occupant died during the holiday.



Today seemed to run away with us a bit, I made breakfast and we headed out with Jack to do some shopping. Before we knew where we were it was teatime and Saturday was almost over. I haven’t done anything productive today apart from sorting out the music for tomorrow’s show, which didn’t really take long. Saturday is the one day that I make a concerned attempt to stay away from work if I can, so I don’t feel guilty about wasting a day.

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