I was a touch late arriving - just a few minutes - due to lack of organisation. This was the same lack of organisation that led to me not making sure that our scheduled guest DJ knew that he was supposed to be there, in fact. By the time I arrived, acerbic comments had doubtless already been swapped and
scy11a was behind the wheels of steel entertaining the assembled oligotude. It was slow going for the first while, but the place filled reasonably well. At some point the coach party must have arrived, because we ended up having about half again what we usually do. Most impressive.
I chatted to people (various) until 10:30 and then played a few groovy beat records until twelve, at which point Sarah went back on for an hour and I took over again for the last hour. At this point, slick with sweat and doubtless utterly rank, I went home.
I enjoyed myself. It was a bit ropy until the Clash went on, and after that mistakes seemed to become impossible. The spirit of Comrade Joe must have taken over the room.
Anyway, many thanks to everyone who came along, especially the ones who came some distance. it was lovely to see you all. I'd make a list here, but it'd be
so incredibly long . . . and I'd still forget people. And thanks for the kind comments, too. I had an excellent time, mainly because it seemed to be going well and people were mostly enjoying themselves. I think last night will be my lasting memory of The Calling. Thank you all.
( And now, the setlist )Oh, look -
photographs, courtesy of
olithered.
And
here's the rest of the entertainment.