I’m a wee bit hung-over today. Trekked into town at 11pm last night (after downing a bottle of red) to hear Kate play at the Freedom bar. She was wicked. And I’m not just saying that because I gushed about her in my previous blog log. The girls got style. Danced like a man who didn’t have to get up and commute to work, crushed between a man in a suit and another man in a suit, at eight the next morning. Tom (Kate’s boyfriend) was in good spirits and the cute barman with the permanent pout was there, pouting away, bless his heart. How long it’s been since someone’s seen me naked (sigh).
And here's a picture. It's pretentious but marginally better than the sepia toned one where I’m cradling a small baby.