When Billy looks at you with that crooked grin, you know he’s up to something.-
– Bock, he said.
– Yes, Billy?
– That old internest thing you do.
– Internet, Bill. Internet.
– Whatever. You have a web.
– I have a web-site. Why?
– Well, I was thinking maybe you’d write about this place. The music.
I put down my pint and regarded him sharply. You’ve been reading my mail.
– I was discussing this very thing with the Geek during the week. We’re thinking of putting a local gig guide on the site.
– Great, said Billy.
– Not really, I told him. We’re not ready to launch it yet, but it’ll be fukken great when we do.
– Hmm, he said, with that disappointed look.
– Look, I said. Why don’t I write something up anyway, telling people about this place. After all, I’ve been to enough gigs here in my time.
– You have, said Billy. Will you tell them it’s all free?
– I will. What have you got for me?
– Well, every Wednesday, we have our own house musicians.
– True, I said. You’d never know who might turn up to play at that. Relaxed.
– And then, on Thursday, there’s the 54 Club.
– Hard-edged three-piece blues band. Electric. I might call around and video them if I get a chance. Anything else?
– Sure. On Friday we have Robbie Henchy — Shantytown, you know?
– I do. Throw on another pint there for me.
– On Saturday, the 23rd, we’ve got Willie Brown, and on Sunday we have DnA.
– Will I put in a little map to help them find you?
– Why not? And tell ’em it’s all free.
OK. Done. Where’s that pint I asked you for?