On Thursday night I found myself in the eccentric but yet cosy surroundings of the Old Bookshop in Bedminster. its kind of like an artisan bar cafe, with all sorts odds and ends lining the walls, a bar made out of the shell a piano, brass instruments making up a lampshade and Stuffed Animals staring out of the walls or indeed off the top of speaker stacks.

Here’s one of life’s little lessons out there, if you are going to get the cities biggest ego to one of your shows, then you might want to take as leaf out of Beans on Toasts book and write a song about him and guess what it worked. They say Lightening never strikes twice well indeed they are wrong in this circumstance because it was indeed the 2nd time I had seen him play show in Bristol, the last time being back in October at the Louisiana.

I had actually seen him a couple of times at festivals like Glastonbury and Standon Calling, but I had never actually seen him play in my own back yard. So when I heard he had written a song about me then attendance become more then compulsory. I must admit I was expecting him to write something really ripping into me but then again that would be against his self deprecating song writing style.

The surroundings made for a near perfect setting for Beans ram-shackled style and being one of the most consistent with his releases. celebrating his birthday nearly every year with the release of whatever album he is putting out. He is also one of the most consistently entertaining and endearing people on the planet. He may never win an Ivor novello award for his song writing, but the self deprecating troubadour he is has gained him a loyal following for sure.