Funny how the best venues always seem to have hand-written tickets and are set up in such a way that the band have to walk through the audience in order to get on stage. This is the kind of place you wish HMHB would play more often - cosy, intimate and like an oven, hotter even than York's Fibbers at its most oppressive. Not the easiest place to find without an A to Z though.
One notable highlight was a complete arse of Paintball's Coming Home. Sorry, couldn't help Nigel when he asked for a prompt. I might be able to help if he was struggling with "The Best Things In Life" but at least he got it right with the final wrist-slashing line. Apologies also to Ken for the body-check as I surged onto stage for his set-list. This is what it said:
Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Blood On The Quad
and the encore
And so on to Edinburgh...