I have to share this, it's too good to be true.... if nothing even close to this ever happens again I won't mind.My fragile bloated ego willl treasure this conversation for all eternity. Things like this don't happen to me. So anyway, this is the scenario. I'm sitting in small bar with a couple of other scruffs, enjoying a pint or two- dressed for the occasion- knackered sandals, drinking pants and delapedated Neds atomic dustbin 1992-tour t shirt with more holes than your average tea strainer.- When over comes the prettiest looking young lady, carrying a card and a huge smile- the conversation goes like this. I promise- not a word has been altered. -Her "..erm, excuse me, You're Tom aren't you? You play bass in a band around here, right?"[friends start sniggerring already- the've had to bear witness to some of the lamest performances since Wings] -Me (splutterring beer froth across the table as I manage to croak out).... errr yes. I do, I am.. ...erm... -Her, "Sorry, My name's Zoe-I just had to come over. I saw your show at the Wall last weekend. You guys were amazing, I've never seen anyone play bass like that, before." -Me (going bright scarlett I'm cool like that you, see )... Really? ...I mean- Thank you! that's very kind of you. -Her well, I have to go... I'm late for work, I just wanted to give you my number.Call me if you don't have any plans this weekend.- hands card with number on it over.(Friends have stopped sniggereing, and my knees have gone weak.) -See you soon then!, - Me..... .... And with that she left me to order several tequillas in remarkably quick succession.