I listened to her stuff on myspace and opted for a few danger pints up Kilburn High St instead.

Hard to argue with a meal and pint of Brains Bitter for £5...

Even if the average punter in the pub looked like a serial rapist

She went into the last 'track' (or whatever we should call it), seemed to be getting all emotional and then walked off the stage before it finished.
She didn't look all that happy on the tube on the way home either.
Aidan superb, a true showman, wonderful use of acetate disc backing tracks which he played on a plastic record player. And merchandise included a singing beer bottle opener. Class.
Oh, and he complemented me on my cap when we were both having a wee in the gents before the show. Shucks.

if you can get hold of that calypso song anywhere? Got something stuck in my had that seems to resemble it from memory, but in reality probably bears little relation to it?