Hats. And wigs.
We've just seen Emmy The Great who turned out to be one person, but were joined by Jeremy Warmsley and a boy called Charlie who owns a very impressive furry bass guitar and thus became Emmy and the Whale. This is not, apparently, their actual name as they haven't thought one up yet but did nicely enough for their gig in the Bimble Inn where the ubiquitous small children joined in on maraccas and everyone clapped along, especially to one song with a lovely Kyrie Eleison refrain. Emmy herself shakes her head around like a Shetland pony while singing which is good as she has the fringe for it, if slightly unnerving as you do wonder if she'll lose her balance and fall over.
They run out of songs five minutes before the end so hail one of their friends onstage to do a poem about crap clubbing. We have now learned how to dance, although said dance might get us committed should we ever actually do it in public. |
Was it niall spooner-harvey? He's bald, and funny. He's a school teacher in real life you know? How cool is that?