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Dec. 19th, 2009 06:18 pmDriving lesson this morning not bad, especially considering the coughing and sneezing. Reverse around the corner would have been perfect if I hadn't begun straightening up too early, meaning I zig-zagged down the final straight. Parallel park OK apart from beginning the initial turn a touch prematurely, causing Peter to prompt me to put on some extra steering to the right on the second turn. No other problems except Peter at one stage pulling me up for 'coasting' with the clutch down just after slowing down behind a slowing car.
From there I went down to the town to see the start of the Gosport Mini Music Festival, which was opening with two talented young local chanteuses, Kat Perrio and Lucy Machin. I noticed them having a quick chat with each other before the proceedings began - they ought to do a duet.
Kat was great, she did a set of Christmas songs beginning with a suitably sultry performance of Santa Baby followed by the classics by Slade, Brenda Lee, Wizzard and Shakin' Stevens and topping off with two that, in her words, "aren't Christmas songs but still show we love to party" - Rockin' All Over The World and Sweet Child O' Mine.
Lucy was brilliant too, accompanying herself on guitar and singing heartfelt versions of several songs by female singer-songwriters before rocking the place with an amazing rendition of Queen's Somebody To Love. I then heard what sounded like the opening chord of Sheryl Crow's All I Wanna Do and thought she was going to make a great set even better with that number, but instead she finished with I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. This young lady is a fine musician and, given the right songwriters supplying her with original material, has real star potential.
Was walking across the car park of Westleigh Park towards the clubhouse when Barry drove past me, informing me the game had just been called off. The pitch was covered in snow and ice. I popped into the bar to see if anybody I'd brought a Christmas card was for. They weren't. I began trudging back to the station; hadn't gone too far along the main road when Spud shouted across the road to me. He said the Hawk Travel club were in The Heron having a Christmas drink, so I joined them. The Heron didn't serve mixed fruit Kopparberg, but a pear one did nicely.
When they dispersed Bob gave me a lift back to the Hard where I posted Steph her card. Home for the end of Soccer Saturday accompanied by my office Christmas chocs.
From there I went down to the town to see the start of the Gosport Mini Music Festival, which was opening with two talented young local chanteuses, Kat Perrio and Lucy Machin. I noticed them having a quick chat with each other before the proceedings began - they ought to do a duet.
Kat was great, she did a set of Christmas songs beginning with a suitably sultry performance of Santa Baby followed by the classics by Slade, Brenda Lee, Wizzard and Shakin' Stevens and topping off with two that, in her words, "aren't Christmas songs but still show we love to party" - Rockin' All Over The World and Sweet Child O' Mine.
Lucy was brilliant too, accompanying herself on guitar and singing heartfelt versions of several songs by female singer-songwriters before rocking the place with an amazing rendition of Queen's Somebody To Love. I then heard what sounded like the opening chord of Sheryl Crow's All I Wanna Do and thought she was going to make a great set even better with that number, but instead she finished with I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. This young lady is a fine musician and, given the right songwriters supplying her with original material, has real star potential.
Was walking across the car park of Westleigh Park towards the clubhouse when Barry drove past me, informing me the game had just been called off. The pitch was covered in snow and ice. I popped into the bar to see if anybody I'd brought a Christmas card was for. They weren't. I began trudging back to the station; hadn't gone too far along the main road when Spud shouted across the road to me. He said the Hawk Travel club were in The Heron having a Christmas drink, so I joined them. The Heron didn't serve mixed fruit Kopparberg, but a pear one did nicely.
When they dispersed Bob gave me a lift back to the Hard where I posted Steph her card. Home for the end of Soccer Saturday accompanied by my office Christmas chocs.
