Some times plans don't quite work out.
Keda and I considered meeting at the Braggster gig, but ticket availability wouldn't allow it. I had tickets and was still heading there, but in my mind I had a particular venue selected. Union Chapel, with the Library (pub) opposite as the perfect meeting place.
Julie & I came out of the tube. "Look," I said, "That's the queue!"
It wound around the corner and off along another street.
We joined it, having abandoned ideas of the pub altogether.
Eventually, we reached the main entrance.
I showed the computer tickets from my iPhone - I was already thinking about the sneaky side stairs to reach the balcony.
The man looked blank. This gig is "Show of Hands," he eventually said.
I looked at the little electro-ticket on my phone "Assembly Hall," it said.
"Oh, dear," I thought, as we started the 4-minute walk to the second venue, where another long queue ensued.
The irony is that Show of Hands is a popular local folk band, that is, really local, they come from back home in Topsham, Devon.
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