Total Goombah!

Another welcome return to my adoptive homeland of Leeds, and a less than welcome return to the once-dependable Marriott hotel. The provision of one small bed between two adults and an increasingly corpulent child was certainly not adequate for my needs, and the two beds that most would assume to be the norm were apparantly "not guaranteed".

And with the discovery that fried bread is now off the breakfast menu, it was not a great surprise to discover myself subconsciously destroying my Marriott Reward card in the car on the journey home.

But the reason for my being there in the first place was worth it.

I have been meaning to get around to catching The Hanson Brothers live for almost twenty years, so it was particularly pleasing to see them in a venue that has sprung up just a few streets away from where I used to live.

Watching a headline band setting up its own gear is often the sign of good times to come, and it's been many years since I have joined in the fun at the front of the stage.

 

For six hours I felt twenty years old again, untroubled by ailing parents and the self-inflicted responsibilities of a stifling relationship.

 

Not bad for a tenner on a Saturday night...