We got on famously. He's hysterical, very London and a little bit rare but wildly entertaining. A boy about town, he seemed to know a lot of the cool kids and was wearing a Barbour. He also said 'sick rhymes'. Don't judge.
The gig was fantastic. We caught the last half of Jay Jay Pistolet; close your eyes and his heartbreakingly love-lorn lyrics and distinctive crackly vocals transport you to a post-WW2 era, open your eyes and he looks like he should be fronting an ad campaign for Gucci, gorgeous.
Mumford and Sons blew me away. Bluegrass-folk with boundless energy and perfect four-part harmonies. I wanted to jig the whole way through their set. JJ was equally impressed, he too never having heard much of them. The crowd absolutely loved them.
Next, the beautiful Laura Marling. She played a short solo set, and smiled the whole way through. She's so captivating, an absolute joy to see live. She played a cover of 'Ramblin Man' which was brilliant.
Last, but not least, the wonderful Johnny Flynn. JJ's favourite, he provided a great end to the show. The crowd had dissipated save for the hardened folkies and the set was the pefect mellow end to the evening.
Grumbling tummies sent us to the Brick Lane bagel shop for some salt beef and mustard goodness. A scrummy end.
