Blog: Dur Brain Day

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I was a right old dur brain yesterday on not one but TWO occasions.

The first instance occurred with regards to the Indietracks Compilation which is available right NOW. It's a rather marvellous selection of 56 (FIFTY SIX!) songs by people playing the Indietracks festival later this month, including US. It is a thing of beauty, but it inspired PANIC in me yesterday morning when the festival organisers emailed all the acts to tell us it would be online at 7pm. "Aha!" I thought, "I wonder where our song is in the listing?" and followed the link in the email to have a look.

Our song wasn't there! PANIC! I immediately emailed them to point it out, thinking it had been forgotten - bear in mind that since last we played Indietracks I have spent YEARS dealing with various Theatre and (especially) Comedy organisations who are - SHALL WE SAY - not necessarily the most organised people in the world. I am conditioned to the idea that MISTAKES will be made and EVERYTHING needs checking... which in this case proved to be entirely correct, as when I CHECKED the email again I saw that the MISTAKE was mine. The message very clearly said that this year's album wouldn't be there until 7pm, and so what I was looking at was LAST year's compilation. Oops. What a DUR BRAIN!

Several apologetic emails to various organisers later I was ready to go for a LUNCHTIME PINT with my old pal Mr C Lawson. I arrived bang on time at the pre-arranged pub, got a pint in, looked at the menu, and awaited his arrival. I didn't expect him to be as timely as I, as I don't think he'd been to that pub before, but after 10 minutes I thought I'd best send a text to check he was OK. I got my phone out and saw our previous text conversation, arranging to meet in this very pub on Wednesday the 16th. I had arrived for our meeting a WEEK early. Oops. What a DUR BRAIN!

I slunk back to the office (I was working off one of the days I still "owe" them) where I spent the afternoon re-writing paragraphs about childcare in Kazakstahn (i shall miss the GLAMOUR when it's finally all over) and then went to ANOTHER pub to meet ANOTHER old pal, Mr S Wilkinson, for a couple of hours of nattering in an arena where DUR BRAINISHNESS would pass unnoticed. Luckily I had got this appointment correct, and we had a delightful time, culmminating in the pub filling up with a coachload of NANS. It was lovely!

posted 9/7/2014 by MJ Hibbett

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