cat woodman Gail (son carl) bus odsel, walk armley, http://www.myspace.com/thebacchaemusic

Yesterday I went to Leeds to see The Bacchae at the Brudenell Social Club. It was a half hour walk from and to the bus stop in Armley, up and down hills, over the river, canal and a railway and under a second railway, past past scores of failed businesses.

I needed to see the band to talk about the Ilkley Festival Uncut Fringe. Because of having to leave for the bus I hardly saw anything of them but it was still well worth it, and a cracking night. There were four other bands on and it is something I just would not think of doing normally. It was £5 in, Green Label was £1.69 a pint, it was chock full of young and good looking people, and folk were friendly. One girl even had a good look at my Walburgas, and seemed impressed, though not enough to get her hand down.

Harriet is the lead singer and the de facto manager. She is impressive and having talked to her they get what it is about. I told her the possible venues in Ilkley, which she knows, and dates. If she sorts a gig out before they play the Ilkley Bandstand on 7th August, we will do flyers.

I got the Halifax bus home, walked down from Odsel Top, and called in the Woodman. The lovely landlady is called Gail. She was, or is, a psychiatric nurse. I asked if she smoked, she said she had reformed, I guessed she did smoke 40 a day, and I was right! Had a pint of Great Heck Yorkshire Pale, brewed by my mate Denzil.

Walking home there were lots of cats (and slugs) looking for sex. I made cat noises at one, who ran away. I took a few steps and got accosted by another cat wanting attention! I spent several minutes scratching her head. Probably not exactly what she wanted, but she did not want it to stop.