Block Rocking Beats

We were down in that Newcastle. As soon as the train crossed the border, I eased my mask off below my nose. I’d actually trimmed my nose hairs before setting out, so felt quite relaxed about it.
After a surprisingly enjoyable time at the Baltic (the exhibitions hadn’t sold themselves to me from their write-ups beforehand) and a cheeky waterside pint, it was up to the Boiler Shop to see Arab Strap. The SK is a big fan of their latest album, y’see. And wowza were they good! The band once they started crashing into gear were like a juggernaut. Immense! And the Moffat character wasn’t too sweary for me at all, which was my previous misgiving about him. Just shows, eh, you gotta keep open minded, right?