Edition thirteen.

Another slow start.

A hot night, after an unexpected week off the previous week.

Ten nights. Already.

Night number nine, and we continue.

Another not-so busy night.

Bank Holiday Mondays – proof that they aren’t necessarily a good night to put something on, on.

Sixth night, visitors from out of town, things picking up.

Fifth night, slow start, better finish. This was the way with these kinda nights – it was rarely busy all night.

The fourth night of tcf at the West Riding. Back to just me again, and maybe by this point there was already evidence of widening tastes.

The third week, and it was my first guest DJ joining me, tanurai from Sheffield. Something I found important with my nights was to ensure that other people were involved, to widen the musical palate a little, and even to discover new music.

From the time: “Last night was frustrating to say the least. “Technical Issues” delayed the start until after 2030, so lost a fair bit of time. Not too bad a turnout, but it is still early days yet.”

My very first DJ set, which seems like a lifetime ago. This was in what was then Huddersfield’s rock pub, The West Riding (now long gone). I had been complaining about the lack of decent music (and DJing) in past weeks. So earlier in the year, I was challenged to do it myself.