A couple of years ago...
It was my 50th birthday. My lovely G/F bought me 2 tickets to see Seasick Steve at the Festival hall in that there London. I decided to make a day of it, met my bro in a bar, wandered around London for a bit then decided to go for a stroll down Denmark street to browse the guitar shops.
At the end of said street there's the 12 bar - a muso's hangout so we esconced ourselves on a couple of stools and began making a dent in their Red Stripe supply. After a while, a young, rainbow-mohicaned punk arrived in the bar wearing a leather jacket emblazoned with all of the names of the great punk bands - Sex Pistols, Clash etc etc. as he sat at the bar I sruck up a conversation with him (I have no shame) and started pointing out all of the band logos on his jacket commenting 'Seen them, seen them twice, was at a 'secret gig' with them, got smacked by the bass player of them,' and on and on - like old gits do.
I was brought back to the reality of my age when he told me he was 19 and the jacket was his dad's! Didn't help that he then pointed out that I'd been really lucky to see all those bands "so long ago" as his dad loved them but had only seen them in vids and heard them on vinyl 'cos he'd just turned 40!

Seasick Steve gig was great though.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Sat 9 Jun 2012, 10:47, Reply)