So there I was walking along the street towards the venue and I see this guy in a cowboy hat. Yes, it's Glasgow and he's wearing a cowboy hat. He is also attempting to order pizza using his mobile phone. Loudly. It's a cosmopolitan world but ordering pizza is in fact illegal. Especially when your credit is apparently bad. Of course, the editor will probably replace pizza with some innocuous phrase like pizza to avoid legal action. This paragraph won't make much sense then.
What else happened? Oh, some guy drew a heart in the back of my hand (and I let him live). There was also some music. Three lots of indie pop style music, in fact, from Mademoiselle Leaves, The Felt Tips and Peter Parker.
Mademoiselle Leaves turned to be a guy. Really should do some research before going to a gig but, hey, life's too short. One guy and an acoustic guitar is a pretty standard configuration for a musical act in Glasgow but Mademoiselle Leaves - wonder if he has a proper name? - was a bit different. His songs were so light and fluffy you would need a nail gun to stop them floating away on the breeze but his performance showed that he knew about the all important dynamics of music. Light and shade, loud and soft. That's the kind of thing we mean.
Next on were the Felt Tips. Four strong, they have a single called "Bought and Sold" out on Britain's cutest record label, Wee Pop. What they lacked in musical originality was more than made up for by the observant and sometimes quite seriously acidic lyrics. There was the faintest whiff of shandy drinker about them but they got - and deserved - the good reaction they got from the audience.
Last on were Peter Parker. Another four piece band but this time with duetting (or should that be duelling) female lead vocals. As a band they were shambolic and under rehearsed, the songs were simplistic but they undoubtedly had charm. That is something of a rarity these days. Even the most battle hardened reviewer - like me - would find themselves smiling and singing along. God, I hate it when there is so much to criticise but you end up liking the damn band anyway. Peter Parker are truly the strawberry jam on your scone.
They think it's all over and it was, even if was only 11 o'clock.