Since I met Mr PB...(my now fiance...don't you just hate that word? It reminds me of moist..)..anyway, as I was saying, since I met him, he has been raving about Frank Black, the lead singer of the Pixies, who according to him is a God. Unchallenged. No one apparently has come close to matching this mans talent. Well, says I, lets hear it then. Mr PB says he can go one better, FB is playing in Camden. Yes, this man of unrivalled talent is playing in some has been bar in Camden. But don't judge I tell myself, go along and be openminded. So, we drag along two friends and head off. The place is packed, but Carol and I manage to find a sofa seat at the back, sit down, and the music is so great...we don't get up once. But wow, we had a great gossip! This slightly overweight, balding sweating man did what I would call an average performance. I am uneducated, I love Enrique, and I worship Dolly, so what do I know? But Mr PB, I was disappointed. Maybe he was just off colour...but no, we can't walk down the aisle to it.