The Hyde Park Book Club is an odd set up, being a small room lit with naked lightbulbs next door to a fancy dress shop and a “free house” bar (help yourself to cans from the fridge).
I don’t mean to be disparaging when I say that, all the bands the Club had in when we played were all well up to standard.
The target audience wasn’t clear, however, as apart from the supporters each band brought along there was no audience. The drum shell they laid on was perfectly adequate, but all other kit was band’s own.
Set passed without hitch, and Caroline and Steve turned out again (bless ’em).