Back out treading the boards last night (yes, we actually had a stage!). It's been a month since our last gig on New Year's eve so a few amnesia-induced fumbles were expected - and duly delivered. At least I wasn't the only culprit. Good gig though with a decent venue on the water's edge and a good crowd who were more than up for it. Come half-time, the stunning young lady who's been dancing energetically in front of the stage unexpectedly sidles up for a chat. "That bass is beautiful and I love your sound! I'm a bass player myself - a bad one though. I really LOVE the bass - tonight I'm here just for you." This is the point where back in the day I would have thought my luck had surely changed, but last night a quick reality check reminded me that a) she had been dancing with her boyfriend and b) I was old enough to be her grandad (and may even be 😉). However, this mattered not one jot, and the spring I have in my step today will be with me for some time. OK, the three encores were a factor too.