<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/seahorse-hotelnov16.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-4051" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/seahorse-hotelnov16-300x164.jpg" alt="seahorse-hotelnov16" width="300" height="164" /></a>Another first on my new journey of life - a trip to York to see <a href="https://youtu.be/P7OeOGmbF64" target="_blank">KT Tunstall</a> at York Barbican. The last time I saw KT was with Jane and so it was going to be "interesting". I was also staying in the Seahorse Hotel again but this time on my own.

I arrived at the hotel with plenty of time to stroll round York and do a bit of shopping. Lately I've switched onto clothes shopping at <a href="http://www.fatface.com/coats+jackets/thornwick-jacket/invt/914085#ff_colour=Brown" target="_blank">FatFace for a winter coat</a>. Nice! York was cold, wet and crowded. I don't mind cold and wet but I dislike crowds intensely.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/KT-Tunstall-nov16.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-4049 alignleft" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/KT-Tunstall-nov16-225x300.jpg" alt="kt-tunstall-nov16" width="225" height="300" /></a>And so to the gig - I'll skip the supporting band Braids because they were techno indie (whatever that means - I might have made that up) self-indulgent stuff. KT has so much energy it is very infectious and it was interesting to see her female following were up on their feet and jigging around by the third number and the music just kept getting better and better. Ears ringing it was a short walk back to the hotel.

After a good night's sleep (first time in a single bed for many years) I went down to breakfast steeling myself to sitting alone. I walked in and sat down at the first empty table only to be approached by the host who asked me if I "was the gentleman on my own" in which case I had a table set for one - talk about Billy No Mates. Anyway I hid behind my New Scientist and ate my breakfast. Let's face it nobody was going to be the least bit interested in me.

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