Chalaque in the Park

A nice lazy Sunday. On a Saturday. On Saturday there was a really nice event in Whalley Range, put on by Nick Mitchell (Golden Lab Records, Chalaque), held at the community park on Range Road. I'm afraid this won't be much of a post, nearly a week has past, but I thought it would be a nice thing to take Miss Kittencat along to, and Cattenberg and Cattenberg's mummy being in agreement, we all traipsed along for a lovely afternoon. Kittencat made her own way there, as she wanted to show Cattenberg's mummy the swimming pool in Manchester with the elephant slides first. I made my way over with a picnic, swift diversion to deliver a thank you/happy new house bottle of vodka that's been sat around since I didn't make it to a housewarming party a few weeks ago. Kittencat has decided that Nick is her friend, and showed him her picnic and explained to him how to put down a picnic blanket. After his guitar set, really beautiful, and played through two microscopic practice amps, loud enough for the park, quiet enough not annoy the neighbours, she told me all about how he was "playing bery good music on his buitar." Some nice folks were met, and some already met nice folks were there, including the lovely Mister G R Kelly, and the beautifully ginger Mister Martin Warm Widow. I've said it before, and it remains true, all the best people are ginger. (This was true before the birth of Kittencat, and it's even more true now.) Apparently the new Warm Widow album is about done, apart from a small amount of tweaking in a technical manner that after a week I can't for the life of me remember what it entails. Kittencat had a marvellous time. She danced, and clambered all over longs and carvings, and during a fairly quiet set she wandered to the front, pulled her cardigan over her head, flapped her arms whilst twirling enthusiastically and shouting "I'm being a bird" over and over again. It seemed like some folks were more amused than others, and being as it was getting around about bedtime this seemed an appropriate point to scarper back to Cat Lady Towers. Really lovely afternoon.