Now and then a sneery voice speaks softly in my ear. It questions what a grey-headed old git like me is doing playing at being some kind of half-arsed musician. Sometimes, witnessing the acts of brilliance that 'real' musicians turn out reinforces that self-doubt. After all, what the fuck am I doing here when so many others can do it so much better apparently without sweating a bead? Then, every now and then there's a reminder of why we do this. Last night myself, Nige and Pl