Gig

A treat. A Friday night out with Liz, starting with a curry in Sanlitun, and followed by a gig. At our age!  The band in question were Beijingers, Nova Heart, whom I'd seen before but Liz hadn't. They're good - sort of Blondie meets Depeche Mode - and their fan base seems to be growing. We were probably twice the age of most people, propped up against the bar during the support act, trying to hear each other through the noise, and then standing in the moshpit for the main act. We left a bit early, clothes stinking of cigarette smoke, in order to relieve the babysitter. Ah, the joys of being parents and middle-aged.