It was a most enjoyable evening...it started with somewhat of a stutter as the compere had arranged with a friend (a man he refered to as Pete) to play some of the Morrisey gig taking place in Manchester at the time through his mobile phone (had he never watched Live aid) Though visually amusing this was a complete failure. The first act, a Sam Jackson, looked extremely handsome dressed all in black with bootlace tie and a shiny black guitar.His voice combined the rasp of a thousand cigarettes with a sweet melancoly...Though his lack of performance experience showed at times this was over shadowed by the heart felt honesty of it. The compere needed to go to the toilet it appeared but was to nervous to do so....where do they get these Butlins rejects? The second act, who was suppose to be the third, apparently, but half of the the last act, OWT, had injured his back in a fire wood fetching acccident, and now was going to be the third act, as she was bravely trying material new material and didn't usually "sing with out accompaniment", thats accipello if the compere reads this...i honestly feel he would be more comfortable introducing acts in a working person's club. So the second act was the stunning Rob Holden whom i have had the great pleasure to see many times. His performance this evening was, to use a term not suitable of course to an evening of anti mystical celebrations, demonic....He seemed to be attacking his guitar at times with a wildness I had never seen before, i knew he was under pressure with the demands of relative visiting and present buying mania that this time of year brings to some...The mans vocal range and ease of expression almost matches the voices that he can bring from his guitar......magic (not in a Paul Daniels sense nor that bloke in the box). The compere had a bar of chocolate on stage, his efforts to mask the brand name were pathetic, 'Marks and Spencer' was clearly legible. He proceeded to get two members of the audience to eat the chocolate on stage and the audience to judge who was getting most pleasure from the chocolate by a round of applause...tut tut....The third act, half of OWT was magificent. She came on to the stage in an apolgetic coy manner, expressing her doubts about the firewood accident and proceeded to steel the show with an accipello version of an old german folk song and an adaptation of 'Little town of Bethlehem' refering to the plight of the Palestinian people and the ethnic cleansing. Her performance was greeted by the audience with the utmost respect and appreciation and an encore was demanded. Her encore was an OWT song about her love of pubs and her lover. Marvellous. The final act were Velvet Tardis an act i had seen before and was quite pleased by...but since then they had improved greatly. Their confidence on stage was effortless. The set they did was tight and drove a real strong energy into the room.The audience were almost immediately under their spell and you could feel there urge to get up and dance to this. John from the 'eclectic banana' raved about them, and he knows his music....Fabulous...Chairs and tables were put as side for there was a dj to culminate the evening; DJ Woff. He span and weeved his pulsie melodic tunes building slowly through the witching hour and beyond...Nice one.................... raised £55 for the Palestinian Solidarity Campaign....thanks Steve, Diane, Pete, Morrisey, Luke, Catherine, G-sus and Graham