Off to watch Billy Bragg and Paul Heaton on Friday. More intrigued by the venue than anything. Westonbirt arboretum. The only problem is I bought two tickets and no one wanted to come, so taking my wife. She hates both artists. She can’t stand Heaton’s voice or his “twee songs”. I made the mistake of going to a Billy Bragg gig with her the day she left her last job and had been for leaving drinks. She liked his union, miners’ strike, anti-Thatcher material, but then he started going on about trans stuff and slagging off JK Rowling. She wasn’t having it and started heckling, much to my embarrassment.
Anyway, could be a decent night out, although I suspect it might be posh families with hampers and folding chairs. I’ll set the wife loose if so. 🤦🏻♂️😬😅