Salisbury Friday Night

Crowded bar, all the nooks and crannies filled with the weird and wonderful of Harringay (2 rs and an a to differentiate it from the borough).

The band is resting. A woman, who may be a man (they're in the back room a bit far away from me so I can't quite see), wearing a silver sequined frock and feathers in her hair takes up a guitar looking uncomfortably restricted by the tight long skirt. Singer in a long red dress coughs slightly away from mike. Silver frock strikes up first - deep resonant blues comes out. Then the red dressed singer joins in.

Like many pub bands the instruments and vocals are all competing with each other making the music rather unsubtle and noisy. Or perhaps they are used to a a larger auditorium.