So, Friday night (and some afternoon) was spent in Manchester. Despite my attempt to guide us to the wrong venue, after checking tickets in the Temple Bar, we set off for the correct destination.
Anyway, I did mention the Temple Bar.
There were other bars, but I took no pictures. While the band were astounding, the important thing to me was spending time with my kids (OK, and Ian). We agreed to do this again, possibly without a gig, because this did create a time pressure.
Some pictures I stole from my youngest offspring took on the evening.
It was good to see that Mr Hannon drinks Becks.
One unplanned aspect of the evening was an underground view from under the stage. One needed to stoop, because the Albert Hall is quite old.
I worked in a bar tonight. I probably didn’t do very well, but I coped better than I’d expected. I think I didn’t mess-up using the till and even managed to handle card payments. Most important, I think I gave people the right change. And drinks.
I did, however, find bar tabs confusing.
I shall return, though. I may not be a natural, but I want to do this.
I’ve missed having a jukebox ever since I sold our old one following its death. Regrettably, my attempted repair was a failure and it was taking up a lot of space in a small house.
After a few years, I found a suitable replacement, several weeks ago. Due to impending decorating, the new jukebox was stored in the spare room. Unfortunately, decorating was delayed by the need to work on the van.
But, now, decorating progress has been made, allowing the jukebox to be mounted on the living room wall.
It’s actually older than the old jukebox, early 70s rather than mid 90s, but it’s a lot smaller and has passable built-in speakers.