
I’m going to have to start calling this three on a Friday aren’t I?
Oops, missed a week – sorry about that
(TBH, it’s bloody sunny here in Bristol, and I’m doing very well to stay in and write this rather than go sit in a pub garden …)
Apologies for missing last weeks post – sick kids and wife makes for no time to dig for music.
So, now the plague of chundering has finally passed our house I can get back on top of these posts. Eyes down for the prize!

Evening all.
Just a quick gig heads up – I’ll be playing a few hours of relaxed beats for you to drink to this Sunday down at the Left Handed Giant Brewing Company in Bristol.
Pop down from 2-5pm and enjoy some soul, funk, reggae, disco, and the rest of my usual random grab bag of bits and pieces

Currently lazing just off Lake Windermere, G&T in hand, looking out over the hills, on one end of a ropy as hell internet connection
This may or may not have influenced the selections this week

Oops – one day late.
Still it’s to your benefit, as I was out watching two of Bristol’s finests funk DJs at The Lanes last night – The Allergies and Boca 45 (guys, it was lovely to see you lot again)
Still, belated tunes eh?

How do you lot decide on which gigs to go to? I’m currently enjoying a surge in opportunities to go out, now the kids are a little older. Saw the awesome Mr Thing on Saturday, and tomorrow I’ve a choice of Powercut and Mr Lingo at Hy-Brasil or The Allergies and the Old Market Assembly.
Should you happen to spot a very tall beardy speccy chap in a flat cap down the front, at either of these, buy me a pint, eh?
Decisions, decisions

It’s felt like spring this week hasn’t it? Sun on my back, not getting utterly soaked and frozen cycling to work – I could get used to this (sadly, knowing the British weather, this is as good as it’ll get all year …)
Right, tunes.
Time for a another ToT! (finally)
Apologies for missing this last week, but a combination of nightmare children objecting to bedtime and a wife returning from travelling with work meant I was up to my eyeballs. Then life happened, and all of a sudden it’s a week later
For those of you who were paying attention the other week, I super-subbed for the mighty talented Rackabeat on Saturday night down at the rather charming Steam Crane, and had a wonderful time. Many beats were broken and breaks were dropped, or some such.
Still, shall we?