Last night I went to a little joint in Soho to watchTomorrows Warriors, one of our best young Jazz groups. They were fucking amazing as always. I love Soho. It reminds me of a million good nights out and a thousand summer afternoons drinking on Old Compton St.
TW run an open mike session in the Jazz cafe every Sunday that I try to go down to if I can. Missed last week but I'm determined to make it this Sunday even though I've got some old Uni friends staying: my flat isn't really big enough for more than one house guest but I doubt we'll spend much time there doing anything other than sleeping and nursing hangovers
.
Houseguests: A blessing... but at what stage do they become a curse? Tell me your horror stories people!
TW run an open mike session in the Jazz cafe every Sunday that I try to go down to if I can. Missed last week but I'm determined to make it this Sunday even though I've got some old Uni friends staying: my flat isn't really big enough for more than one house guest but I doubt we'll spend much time there doing anything other than sleeping and nursing hangovers
.
Houseguests: A blessing... but at what stage do they become a curse? Tell me your horror stories people!
VIEW 18 of 18 COMMENTS
you rock my socks!
\m/\m/