Back in 'Twenty-two

On a whim, I went to see a fringe show on Sunday—Katie Targett-Adams playing at the Hallion. This consisted of Katie on the harp, accompanied by a three-piece jazz band, resulting in a rather intriguing fusion of style. Quite beautiful at times in fact. She didn't just stick to celtic style, in fact, on a few songs she sang without the harp at all. She also pulled off a pretty convincing Jessica Rabbit impersonation at one point. In the final song, she duetted with a female jazz vocalist who is playing at the same venue on alternate night, to delightfully off-beat effect.

The Hallion is apparently a private members club who have opened their doors to the public during the festival. Though based on the quality of the bar, I don't think I'd want to join. Besides, I have the Whisky Society already.

After a pleasantly decedent dinner at Rick's I met up with *censored* for a drink or two at her invitation. I'm pleased to report that I didn't collapse into a puddle of tears this time. I hope we can maybe be friends again without me fucking things up.