Gig Hunter

Dear Diary,

I bumped into a kindly Scotsman on the bus. An industrious fellow who'd worked his way up from hobo singer, through pot-scrubber, bar-staff, manager, and now works as a P.I. for some security firm here in Bath. He's lived here for yonks and told me of any number of places that book live acts, music, for gigs. Me being me, I thought I'd hit a few up, try my luck. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, a cavalier-like tenacious attitude that pervades my soul. So. England being what it is, 'tis not easy. No chance of a live demo' here, in this particular pub, which may be problematic (nothing beats live music) but may, if fortune smiles my way, may bear fruit. I have another half-a-dozen bars to hit up before I leave, might be alright. Everything's gonna be alright, whatever the weather, Maxy is most definately, back on the flex,

Yours,

Waxy. xx