Gig Review: Sat 4th November 2006 - The Workhouse Fireworks Night, A Field in Wales
One benefit of a festival-style set-up is the larger stage, part of which was commandeered by some of the more extrovert/messy members of the audience. They were behind me so I didn't get to see much of what was going on, but reports suggest that extroversion and grace don't correlate at all. I met one of the dancers the following morning with her son (probably around 14 or so). He eyeballed me with a sense of knowing embarrassment.
Making it back to the yurt (posh tent) to dig in for a cold night with just a small electric heater to fend off the weather, there were notable escapees... Kimba disappeared at around 3am and emerged back at the van near 7am.. if anyone has any stories and evidence about what he got up to, please let us know, we've been kinda curious about his night-time excursions for a while now. Also, I decided to head to the van for sleep, for the debatable comfort and certainty of a snore-free environment. I may have inadvertently tripped over the electric heater and broke it on my out of the yurt, but have decided to keep this quiet on hearing the complaints about how cold it was and how little sleep was had by the others.
Neil provided some drama on the way home by hurling a torrent of abuse at nobody in particular after an apologetic Welsh guy had the misfortune of driving over Neil's foot whilst crouched down pumping up the van tyres.

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Kimba was at my house! xx
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