I got a text this morning while I was in a meeting. It offered me a gig. I like being offered gigs. I accepted. This meant that I had to rush home to get changed and get my guitar. Not a problem. I can do that. And so it was that I found myself heading out to a gig in London to be the closing act. I like this particular gig, though on this occasion the audience seemed tired and not very responsive. A friend of mine came along, last minute, to watch the gig and we had a weird conversation about quantum physics as I dropped her home. I say "we" - the bi-product of being on stage is a bit of a self-interest in conversations. I may have been lecturing. It was a big start to the week, though. I like starting big.