This was lovely – intimate venue that has a bookshop as a secret identity (or maybe a bookshop that’s secretly a venue at weekends when it lets its hair down). There was some hoo-ha involving my HX FX, which I was using for reverbs and echoes and so forth, but when I plugged it in it decided not to do anything (the lights were on. They were even blinking sarcastically at my. But no sound. Or even noise). In a moment of decisiveness and triage I decided to plug straight in. It turns out I didn’t need the effects box at all. So a bit like Dumbo, but with fewer clowns and racist stereotypes. Superb company (the flier is below, for reference) and a warm, enthusiastic audience – the night runs every month on the last Friday and is highly recommended.