Him again

Out at lunchtime along to Leith to meet P&K to catch up - they’d booked some place called Finn & Bear. And a most enjoyable chunk of the afternoon was whiled away before they had to shoot off to see Le Mans 66.
And later, up to the Voodoo Rooms to see The Withered Hand turn in a wonderfully shambolic set (at one point after a particularly off key piece of accompaniment, he simply said, jazz, ha) - the third of three that he was hosting. And the SK, feeling that a standing room only gig might not suit her too well, kindly gave her ticket away (for £20, natch) to HB who met me there along with the suburbians who were held up on account of struggling to park their Range Rover or whatever. 
And HB was a tolerable substitute, though I had to chum him downstairs to the Guildford and then to Deep Sea before eventually escaping homeward on the night bus. I had to pay! Three quid! And me a pensioner!