After the tedious Dixie’s Tupperware Party show on the Fringe last week I had dinner at The Dogs in Hanover Street. Bloody hell, it was brilliant. Lamb Sweetbreads to start with (revoltingly delicious) followed by Slow Cooked Belly of Pork (Yummy).
After that we headed to the pub next door to be greeted by a hippy/goth bloke inviting us to see/join in with his experimental band. So I did. Called the A Band they apparently change their name every time they gig.
Given they had no drum kit I had to opt for my second calling; lead vocals. And so a happy half hour passed by.
A bit like this sort of stuff man.