Tales from the Rails – the drunk and the balding & sunny Exeter

Well, that was bizarre… I arrived at Dorchester South on Wednesday afternoon and caught the bus just in time. “How long does it take to get to Bridport?” “Well, that depends on the traffic”, he replied, the subtext being “you aint from around here”. Never before have I been on a bus that went down …

Tales from the Rails (Cardiff) – A thank you, looking back, and can I have another coffee?

Back in Cardiff, back at the Buffalo Bar, but this time top of the bill – huzzah. To be honest, I was rather nervous as I arrived at the venue on Monday evening, unsure as to whether anyone would come out to see me. To my surprise, the few lovely folks I do know in …

Tales from the Rails (Totnes) – Turnstiles and the last of the summer

“We’ve come on holiday by mistake” the voice of Withnail once again in my mind as I clumsily navigate through the turnstile. It’s the day after my show at Totnes.FM Studio Lounge and I have hours to kill. A member of last nights’ audience, a local totnesian has kindly offered to give me a guided …

Tales from the Rails (Stratford upon Avon) – The bard and the Harmonica

I’m currently at BBC Wales, sitting on a sofa that’s too comfortable (fear I might fall asleep!) and have about another half hour before I play a live session on the evening show: Just enough time to share a few thoughts on last night’s show. Yesterday I played my second show with Ian McNabb at …