Saturday 28th November 2009 @ Bridewell Island, Bristol

Without wanting to start on a bad note, it has to be said that I was a little disappointed to find half of the Island shut tonight. Some leftover hangings and graffiti from the Day Of The Dead Ball were dotted around the place, only half hidden by pictures of Gazan children hastily put up along with trippy, luminous inflatables. This really was the Day Of The Dead Ball’s hangover. It was too expensive for what it was, even though it was for a good cause and that bloody woman pushing raffle tickets on everyone really got my goat. That said, I love these people and will go to whatever they put on, if only to enjoy looking ridiculous with other like-minded people.

There was a mistake with the time printed on the tickets, so a lot of people turned up two hours after the start. This meant that we missed the belly dancer which was a shame, but we did catch a cute mime girl swinging in a hoop while bubbles were blown from the stage and a band that sounded like the soundtrack to the Little Shop of Horrors.

Past the raging courtyard fire to beside the bar, we found a man playing a uke and singing about his need to get laid. It was funny. Then he moved on to a bit which involved asking an audience member to wear brown stained pants while he sung a song called Shit In Your Pants, which was about the most unfunny thing I could think of. This was followed by a song about being stuck in a k-hole, which really only reminded everyone that Bristol has a sad and pathetic ketamine habit at the moment. I felt a hand slowly slide down my ankle halfway through, as a man that I’d previously thought might be dead made a move on my feet. My friend Kate turned around, pointed at him and laughed at his embodiment of the song. His eyes were closed and he didn’t notice when we all joined in.

The Invisible Circus have a fantastic taste in music and we did dance our little hearts out for the rest of the night. As we were leaving, I bumped into the Undercover Hippy who laughed at our drunken, debauched state and pushed flyers for his Dec 4th Croft gig on us (is that enough of a plug Billy?). For all its faults, we had a wicked time and will definitely be at the next event, dressed in silver leggings.

Sophie Collard