Rock Bottom

I had pretty much hit rock bottom tonight.

For various reasons, but I was fairly completely despair filled.

I went down to the Cayo Arms in Cardiff and came across an incredibly disparate bunch of people, who reminded me who I am, and why I love who I am.

Out of nowhere came some old folks, who looked like they would be happier with their Ovaltine, two young girls, a bunch of middle aged dudes, whose Monday night was entirely devoted to playing music together, for no-ones appreciation but their own.

They invited me to join them, and so I spent an hour playing guitar with them, while they played violin, accordion, and various other instruments.

and I remembered why I am who I am, and why I do what I do.

Thankyou, you lot.

L