For the first time in my life I went to a night-club and became aware that I might very well be ten years older than some of the other people there. There was one kid there, dressed in black, dancing on the stage, who was very cute indeed. He can’t have been more than eighteen though. Of course, whether or not one has the slightest intention of taking things any further, it is always gratifying to get signals of interest. Unfortunately, the evening was generally characterised by signals – all with no follow through. Perhaps they were encrypted. Perhaps I misunderstood. Thanks to Davo, David and Nick H for the fun that was had.