Don Kavanagh tries to steady his nerves for a gig and some tasting at the Celtic Inn.
I'll be doing something I haven't done for ages next weekend and going to a bar to drink beer.
I know that sounds like a barefaced lie, given that I tend to find myself at a bar pretty much every weekend, but next week's visit will be different for two reasons.
The first is that I'll be playing music in a bar, which is a cause for some nervousness for me and my potential audience. It's been a while since I put down the guitar and retired gracefully and - most importantly, quietly - so I'm not sure how I'll go. But it should be fun. Maybe.
The second reason that this trip will be different is that the place I'm going to - the marvellous Celtic Inn in Palmerston North - is having a beer festival. Plenty of bars tend to hang on the coat-tails of Oktoberfest and try to ply their punters with overpriced lagers, but this is a bit different, having no oompah bands (I hope), no lederhosen (I pray) and it will be serving Kiwi craft beers.