A year ago, Mrs h-c and I flew up to Manchester to see a gig: it was a Friday afternoon and it was the only way we could get to the venue on time from Sarfampton, after Mrs h-c had finished work.
We went to see the final appearance of Louis Barabbas and the Bedlam Six. They were particular favourites of ours, in part because the son of our best friends (and a sort of Godson of ours without the God bit) was their bass player and sound engineer. They were also a stonkingly good live act and on that evening they played a blinder, with Louis, their lead vocalist and chief songwriter, crowdsurfing during the encore. Happy days