We had just witnessed The Polecats play a stormer of a gig in The Grand Social that evening. The place was hoppin’. The band were on fire although I suspected they had just fallen off a ferry. The crowd were up for it. The temperature was up to 90 in the intimate music venue. At the end of the gig, one of the band made an announcement that they were playing a secret gig in a not so secret location…??
Before the song was even finished, I legged it down stairs, around the corner and over the halfpenny bridge, up Christ Church hill and into the Thomas House. The place was buzzing with hushed whispers. I settled in for a pint at the bar and waited…
Half an hour later, the band arrived and started to set up. Shortly, I found myself downstairs in ‘the music venue’ in front of the stage, camera in hand among a wild but mostly celebratory crowd. After a few sound problems, the Polecats launched into their second blistering set of the night. Somehow, I managed to knock off a couple of shots of Boorer and co. This one I like alot, as it captures him in full flight with the infamous white falcon, although I coulda used a better camera.
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