It makes me wonder
I went to a strange gig tonight. I suppose my expectations were high, maybe too high, but I’ve come away feeling disappointed. Led Zeppellin tribute band A Whole Lotta Led played at Carnglaze Slate Caverns just down the road from me. My neighbour Dave is a big Led Zepp fan and got the tickets. He’s known along our row of cottages as Dave the Ferret even though he no longer has any. I suppose it’s to distinguish him from all the other Daves, most of whom are called Andrew. It’s just one of those surreal things that go on here. Like the house numbering system. Number 1’s at the bottom of the hill, Number 7’s at the top and I’m half way up at Number 16. Anyway, Dave and I had been looked forward to this gig for weeks. The Rum Store is a great venue but on entering I wasn’t sure I liked the rows of plastic chairs. Was this an indication of the sedentary nature of the anticipated audience? Were we too old to be expected to get up and get down? After a couple of songs I looked...