Last Tuesday, after a false start at the White Lion (we got the wrong night for the live jazz - duh!), we did a quick-change and spent the evening at the famous Fagan's.
Her husband, Mike, sang a song later on, even though he was not called John:
The standard of the music was fantastic. The highlight for me was definitely near the end of the evening, when Jonathon (above) set up a keyboard and began singing to the most astonishing boogie-woogie piano. Boogie-woogie is always rather special for me, as it's what my dad used to play.
My brother Philip carries on the torch though, and is a fantastic self-taught pianist and composer.