Its 3.40am and I am just returned from another wonderful evening with Little Fish and their lovely friends. I'm a bit tired, but quite sober after 3 night buses (and a half hour walk to pass the time when I just missed one of them). At 2.50 am I was at a bus stop in the hayes area where a dubious youth offered to sell me a dress that he had in a bag and asked to borrow my phone. I thought it prudent not to show too much interest in the dress he had for sale, so i didn't see it or even find out what size it was. Fortunately his mate came and suggested he try selling a leather jacket to a man in a bob marley t-shirt. Whilst he was away the bus came and whisked me home. All very odd. Previously I was walking along the bus route in the (fairly) leafy suburbs when I came upon a pub which was open and seemed to have 20 or 30 people in it as if it was 2.30 in the afternoon, not 2.30 at night; it wasn't like a club or anything just a suburban pub full of people. So the journey home was quite exciting and I felt better for the walk, so much so that I loaded this picture before going to bed.

Previously at the Lark on the park: When I met JuJu and Nez around 9 JuJu announced she was exhausted, and in truth she did look a little weary, but her eyes just showed a steel determination. Nez is looking and sounding fresh and relaxed (apart from concerns about the set up on the stage). The venue itself seems to have been done up since I was last here, and sports expensively mediocre lighting rather than the effective but red lights of my previous visit. When I meet several friends of the band I am not surprised to find an absolute faith in the band and their destiny. Rare indeed.
There is quite a wait until Little Fish top the bill, so I get through several pints of Guiness. Having decided that the lights are not going to be good enough for any great shots i thought I might as well relax and enjoy the show (although I can never resist taking a few shots ).
A little exhaustion doesn't prevent the band putting out another great set including an encore which envolved a certain amout of shuffleing of guitars ending back with the original (the other would have taken too long to tune). JuJu speaks of these guitars with the love that I reserve for cameras. All I know is that they say fender on them, anything else is too technical, but I think I feel the spirit.