So here we are, seeing the barges off. They went, so did all of those who had come to watch them go. We played to the three people in the Canal Trust gazebo, and a couple who obligingly sat on the seat next to us. We think we also woke up a few of the residents of the waterside flats.
In a band of eight potential drummers, three were teaching music centres, one was unavoidably detained on business, one was at uni in another town, one - well, one was saving lives on the Hospital Front, but we at least we had Jermaine, newly car-owner.
Alas when Jermaine rang to say he was near the station, our collective hearts sank. You would have to be a map-reading genius or a light aeroplane to get from the station to the waterfront in less than a day.
We abandoned him to his tour of Hunslet, and that left Eight and Nine. Bex did a great job on Dead or Alive. And Charlotte played some rhythms.
We were me [Victoria], Bex, Vicky, Charlotte, Amy, Sophie, Holly, Georgia, Katie and Gary.
After a while frost bite set in, the Canal Trust unfurled their gazebo, we packed up ready for the next gig - in two days time at Marks and Sparks, from 6pm to 7pm. Now who would be able to make that one, after work, in the dark, on a Monday night?