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As usual, Sunday afternoon at Esquires where the place was packed. A great band, the X-Certs, who play my-era music (late 70s – mid 80s) will always draw a good crowd, plus it's the penultimate show before Danny's Bar closes for summer on the grounds that nobody wants to sit in a windowless bar on a Summer's Sunday afternoon. The final listing next Sunday does not look quite so promising, but we shall wait and see.
It's a tiny venue. Pete, who runs the place (nobody is called Danny), tells me that this bar is licensed for up to 80 punters, so if he's expecting to draw a larger crowd we have to go across the foyer into Holy Moly.
We're all regulars, we're all of an age and we all nod to each other even if we don't actually know one another's names, but these two are Mick and Irene and they are Esquire's royalty. Irene is now cancer free and Mick's waist-length hair hadn't seen a pair of scissors for over ten years. Today he let Irene cut it short in public in aid of Macmillan. So many of us at Esquires had our own cancer survival stories that this little stunt took over £800 in cash and will no doubt receive a lot more in pledges from those who don't carry cash in public.