2499 days ago
I approached the Thunderbolt pub for my first punk gig in 26 years with some trepidation as, from the outside, it does look like one hell of a dive. That was unfair and shows what a narrow minded old fart I have become. It had a pleasant garden and is well fitted out for gigs and the folks who own it were really friendly. Arriving at 7.30 I was alone in the pub. That is odd as the Stingrays were advertised as being there from 7 to 11.30. I thought it sounded like a long set for a three piece band with a total age of c180.
