I was at Timbre on a Saturday night with Diz, enjoying the excellent seats in the house, the beer, the sinful finger food, the crowd, the marvellous live band, and talking about work, other friends, life in general, and of course, men.

Or rather, the lack of men.

Or rather, the abundance of men and the lack of that very one who could steal our hearts.

Me: Out of these four men on the stage, which one would you pick?
(ignoring the fact that none might want either of us)
Diz: The one in yellow
Me: Yup, me too
(happily yabado yabado for a good few minutes why we preferred this fellow over the others)
Diz: The poor drummer is easily ignored.
Me: Oh ya, there’s the drummer too! That’s FIVE guys!