Various Locations, Bristol
On Friday I went to hear the Now Very Famous Longest Johns singing in a pub. It was hugely popular and there was a queue to get in though not as long as Ther Queue in London. They did two long sets and were as much fun as ever, although my lord mainstream punters make a lot of noise, particularly during the support. On Saturday there were four or five stages set up in different locations along the harbourside, proper little stages with mics and PAs and everything. I picked the one by the carpark near the S.S Great Britain and stayed there all day. I started out the wrong side of the river and went across on the ferry for the first time in my life. The ferryman let me sit in his little drivers cabin because there was one spare room and I didn't have any friends. I paid him one pound twenty, so that answer that question. In the evening we decamped to pubs on King Street. The Trowmen did a set in the very famous Old Duke, but seemed to have been double booked with a very cross Jazz Band. This will be the plot of the third Fishermen's Friends movie. Then we went to the appropriately named Naval Volunteer and drank too much Incredibly Strong Stout. There were two more bands and then everyone went up onto the roof terrace for a sing-around. Then the pub decided that there were far too many people and the roof might collapse so we all came down and sang in the bar instead. A lady queuing for ice cream with several children near the S.S Great Britain opined to me that the songs all sounded the same. Possibly so, but it was the most fun I've had at a festival all summer and the money's all going to charity. The Wellerman didn't show up; several sailors had too much to drink, and lots of people heard the Old Man saying various different things.
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