Perhaps I’m getting the hang of it.

No Walker today, but the day is eaten up nonetheless by Britten, although I do slip away at one point to go to the gym (another 45 minute stint – how extraordinary!).

At the jazz jam, I realise that I might finally be becoming jaded and quietly suggest to the organiser that perhaps I won’t do it forever. There’s no PA tonight (apparantly the karaoke guy has walked off with it), so fewer (or at least inaudible) singers, and the Ringer is there as well as another bass player, which leaves me at a loose end somewhat. On the upside, I’m enjoying soloing more, and my moderate disaffection is leading to a tendency to wing it more than I used to, which isn’t entirely bad.

Perhaps I’m getting the hang of it.