All the days you get to have are big

The gig on Saturday was a bust.  After walking an hour in drizzle to get there, because all of the busses had stopped running by 7pm for some fucking reason.  The first act was a rapper who was good, but he didn’t seem to know what his pedals did.  The second act were in a genre I like to call obviously mates with the organiser.  They were awful.  Between that and the fact that just about everyone there was younger than me by at least two decides, I bailed.

Which is how I saw in the New Year watching Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The Dr Pepper ribs were also a bust.  There’s more recipes that need a rack of ribs and I’m going to be out near Morrisons (only place that sells them near me) on Saturday, so I might try another recipe on Sunday.

Beyond that, had a pretty good day.  And not been up to much.

Will