Last night was awesome. I went to see Ben Marwood, Chris T-T and Franz Nicolay at a tiny little arts centre in town. So tiny! There were like 30 of us in the room, and it was full. For a start, tickets sold out a couple of weeks ago and I was all miserable about it because I didn’t even know they were on sale. Then Ben Marwood done me a twitter saying that he’d left some tickets for me on the door, which was lovely of him. Also this badboy gig only cost us £6 each. Good live music is a flipping bargain sometimes.

Anyway so we got there and Chris T-T was playing, and I’ve listened to him before but I don’t have any albums but he has a really nice voice and a very Brighton-y accent (probably because he lives there) and he just seems really cool and he was good. Also, he’s done an album of A A Milne poems, which is ace. What an original idea.

Then Ben Marwood played, and he was awesome. I’ve only seen him once before when he was supporting Frank Turner but I really love his voice, it’s the good end of gravelly, but not rough. And witty - I love a nice witticism in the evening.

Then Franz Nicolay played and I was all YAAAY because he’s wonderful. Boyfriend liked him a lot as well, which given that boyfriend doesn’t really go in for acoustic stuff is astounding. He did a load of stuff that I don’t remember hearing when he supported Frank last time and during the penultimate song his mic or something gave out so he did the last song just in the middle of the audience. He has a seriously good voice, it has that amazing catch to it that I love. Makes it sound like he’s been drinking whisky and smoking cigarettes until 2 in the morning.

Afterwards I bought a bit of merch (obviously, it’s me) and because Ben had been so nice as to make sure I got in when he didn’t know me at all, I took him some fudge that I made. I would’ve felt bad just taking him fudge so I brought fudge for all three. I hope they liked it, Ben did because he tore into it straight away haha. Awesome.

It was cool, but kind of weird. I was so excited, I think that’s how regular people would feel if they met Brad Pitt or some other ridiculous celebrity.

Oh, I also talked about how I’m used to queueing for toilets at gigs with Franz Nicolay and some other guy. Super.