Oh Dear God.

[caddyman]

It seems that there is a strong possibility that I shall be going to a club in Birmingham tomorrow night.

The horror.

I was a young fogey and now I'm a middle aged fogey; I am not a clubber. Never was - even in the days when they played my sort of music. Actually they never played my kind of music. Can you imagine a Prog Rock Night Club? No, neither can I.

So. Leather jacket, King Crimson T-Shirt, dark glasses, baffled expression, ear plugs and pained wallet.

And Phyllosan. It fortifies the over forties, apparently.

This may be my last ever post.

Note: Maybe pax_draconis was just joshing me. I hope...