Went to see ageing Clydeside crooners Wet Wet Wet on Friday night. Rattled out all the old favourites expertly enough (even though Marti needed a crib sheet for some of them), but I think it was probably the first gig where I’ve had to sit down, and it’s just not the same really. This was more than adequately compensated by also being the first gig I’ve been to where you’ve been able to buy a CD of that night’s performance right after the show, though… bye bye bootleggers!