Early 2019 I bought tickets to see Jesse Marchant play in Manchester, 6 months before the gig because I wanted to make sure I got in
Didn't pay any attention to the venue , just knew it was a hotel , got off the train and followed the blue line on Google maps , to a pub called The Castle Hotel
A room in the back not much bigger than my front room with 15 people in it , 5 of which appeared to be his family
It was all going well until some tw@t knocked a full pint off the table showering the backs of the legs of ⅓ of the audience
The wooden floor was on a slope so I spent the next 15 minutes watching a stream of beer slowly zig zagging its way to the stage hoping it'd soak in the floor , Mrs wack whispering in my ear , stop looking at it you're making it worse
even though the ticket sales didn't cover the cost of his hotel room he sang his heart out
it was fantastic , the most intimate and personal show I've ever been to , we had a chat after and he signed the CDs I bought
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