It’s been a breakneck few days since my dad’s funeral, which went about as well as these events can. The turnout was huge, and the wake was full of stories and cheer.

Lots of people from Dad’s overlapping lives (work, family, being a geezer) came up to me to say how much they enjoyed the eulogy I gave, and how it was perfectly judged and brought the man back to life. How I wish that were so.

Sunday was a restorative gig with The Highchurches and Brighton Folk Choir in the fabulous, Grade II listed environs of St Augustine’s Community Centre in Brighton.

Clearly an ex-church, the acoustics were perfect and a slightly under-rehearsed Highchurches got to play somewhere name-appropriate.

It was acoustic, too; during Even Keel especially I could really hear my voice bouncing back from the heavens. I am eternally grateful for the magic of singing and being in a band.

Brighton Folk Choir were in magnificent voice during their headline set. I especially loved singing with fellow tenor Saoirse, who has a wonderful voice and a much better memory for harmonies than me. Having her at my ear made me sing better.

By her own admission Jo, our wonderful choir leader, did ramble on a bit too long between tunes, not quite nailing that length between fascinating song history and “oh god please let us sing the next one now” (hitherto to be known as the folk corridor of uncertainty).

But we sang the songs we didn’t have time for in the pub after, and I think a good time was had by all.

Plus! We were filmed, so expect footage from the gig at some stage in the future.

My final bit of news for today is I’ve stuck a little website up for my Brighton indie gig, event and other happenstance listings. You can check it out here and it shall be updated every week, sanity willing.