As is the way with the Friday Fun, we always start with a bit of humour to set the weekend off properly. So I'll share with you a sad little tale of romance from my past. Back in the 1970's, when I first started taking an interest in things romantic, we lived in a different world. I met a beautiful young lady at a gig in Camden. Things were very different then. We didn't have mobile phones. Where she lived did not have a telephone. She lived in Camden Town. She wrote down a number and said "This is the telephone box at the end of my road, call me at 4 O'Clock tomorrow and we can arrange to meet up". Our family only had one telephone, it was in the front room. The last thing I wanted was all of my siblings listening in and winding me up. So I decided to go down the road to the phone box. The only problem was that when I got down there, an old lady was in there. She seemed to chat for about 20 minutes. I was desperate. In the end, I knocked and said "Please can I make a really quick call, it's urgent", she told me where to go in no uncertain terms. After another 20 minutes, she eventually finished. I jumped in and excitedly dialled the number. It was engaged. I tried another ten times, it was still engaged. In the end, I gave up. I was dejected.
About two weeks later, I went to see another gig at the Marquee. As I entered, I saw her at the other side of the club. I thought she'd be really cross at me for wasting her time and not calling. We made eye contact and she just looked away and stared at the floor. I've always been one to apologise if I screw up. I plucked up the courage to speak and made my way over. I said "Hi" and I was just about to launch into my long apology when she said "I am so, so sorry. I went to the phonebox and there was this old lady in their calling all her kids, she was on the phone for an hour. You must have been so fed up". I then explained what happened to me. We'd both spent a fortnight thinking that the other one would be really cross. Youngsters today have no idea of how easy things are.
And perhaps there is a lesson to be learned. I have realised that age is a false measure of who we are. What matters is what we do. If you do something and you enjoy it, then it would be the height of stupity to stop doing it, wouldn't it? Apart from my family, my two passions in life are music and football. I'd still be playing football if my ankle hadn't given up the ghost. Fortunately, I can still make music. And we are not the only ones. Here are the best of the other gigs in the Borough this weekend.
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