We played at Inkwell.
This venue used to be the Shoulder of Mutton, a pub that my family and I often frequented in the 1990s. And I am sure that you and I would have quaffed the odd pint or two here. We were small, but interestingly formed. Diane was on keyboards; Natalie put her one good hand to very good use on a single second.
And Debs, why we were doing it was that it was a good cause: Leeds Survivor Led Crisis Service - launch.
And that's it. Next: the Teachers' Strike - tomorrow. I guess I'll have to wait to be ill.