Yesterday evening was spent mainly in the Dun Cow, in Bournmoor, in the company of old men.

It was an excellent evening which, as usual, passed too quickly. While the beer was questionable, the company and conversation were exceptional. My cab home delivered me to the Tuns for a nightcap. Which became three. Well, the fruit wheat beer and rhubarb cider were too nice to resist.

While there, I bumped into Lewis, the mate of the other local Gary Moore. He found the selfie my namesake had taken the night we met, on Facebook (which I don’t use), and mailed it to me.

My namesake is the one taking the picture, then on the right are Lewis and Fred.