I went to Grado again yesterday. This time it was with Andrew Weaver, a Marple Leaf reader and a top chap who came on our Golf trip. It was OK, but the squid was cold. Shame.
Anyway, apart from a fairly feisty new venture the boy Weaver is also involved in a music night called The Sound of Proper Music on the first Friday of each month with profits going to Christies Hospital, a mark of respect to the late AHW. It's at a club called The Purple Pussycat. Blimey, I feel old.