On Sunday evening after a quick catch up on the 80's book pics, Riff and I went to the
Running Horse on Alfreton Road. When we arrived, just down the road from the pub there were flashing lights and lots of activity with two cars on the wrong side of the road having crashed into storefronts. They were surrounded by emergency vehicles. I used to handle lots of pictures of this kind of stuff when I worked for the fire brigade and when I pulled out my digital camera, I found myself acting on instinct, stepping out into the road to get a better shot before continuing on our way to the 'Harry and the Loose Canons' gig at the 'Runnin Oss'.
The Running Horse has established itself as a major venue for live music in Nottingham and tonight, guitarist Harry Stevenson was performing with three of the original members of the 70's pub rock group Gaffa. We stood at the bar with Clive Smith before he went on stage to do his stuff. The performance was punchy and "tight as a nun's fanneh" (Just had to get that one in didn't I?).
I took some digital pics (to be uploaded on Dreamtargets shortly, so look out for links) and got cramp in my left foot from kicking along to Mick Barratt's thunderous drum work, which as ever concludes with him stepping up to the mike to blow his underarm sweat into the microphone.
After the gig, Riff dropped me off at home where Clare and I were in for (another) bad night with Gilbert. It wasn't until Monday lunchtime that the doctor told Clare that he is suffering from bronchitis and an ear infection. We were a little annoyed because the docs had suspected this during previous consultations. It was even written in his notes, yet they did not inform us?
Gilbert spent most of last night sitting upright in his seat, asleep. But at least he didn't wake up coughing and vomitting and everyone was able to sleep soundly for the first time in ages. I even had a couple of vivid dreams including one where I was driving a bus, but had to brake sharply because of a fallen tree.
We woke up to 80MPH winds outside, so I guess that the dream was picking up on this during the night. Prior to taking Gilbert to my Mums this morning, I was pre-warned about the flooding and a fallen tree that was blocking Three Thorn Hollow - the short cut running from Blidworth up to the dual carriageway on the way to Mansfield.
posted by Paul Fillingham at 1:45 PM
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