Gareth improvised with tissue-box-sized monitors and The Other Band jumped in with their raw Delta blues. David's violin and Neil's double bass played off nicely against Michael's gritty voice and resonating dobro - they played a rip roaring set.
Charliah and I came on after, and by this point I was feeling all pumped up and ready to GO! As we played Light Me Up the smoke was coming off my strings. Charliah was as cool as ice keeping up and she played a wicked solo.
By the end of our set the speakers were all good. I spent the rest of the night chatting on the L-shaped terrace and dancing to Mr Doey and Barnaby Bruce's music. By two o’clock I was fading and in urgent need of a kebab from Ebeneezer’s.
On the street, LKF was experiencing Alcoholic Armageddon. Before my eyes, a swarm of human beings were stumbling out of bars and clubs desperately hanging on to each other. Taxi drivers weren't picking anyone up. The drunken mass surged and ebbed in a toxic tidal wave.
I took the kebab and gave up all hope of getting a ride. Traipsing through wind and rain I battled past the jostling mob, crossed vast swathes of tarmac, conquered escalators, steered clear of floor polishers and arrived at the ferry pier. I had eaten my kebab on the way as it was too good to keep in my pocket. I found a quiet seat on the boat and fell asleep... 2:30 bliss. - Sue