On a perfect BA evening we cabbed over to La Boca, the BA suburb famous for football and its stadium, which was the concert venue. It certainly wasn't the O2 (our seats - ten rows from the stage - were of the plastic patio kind, tied at the legs) but it had an up-for-it crowd of about 20,000.
James B came on. The crowd loved him.
Some wildly over-excited teenage girls across from us mouthed the words to the songs then pulled out a banner reading: "I want to have s*x with you". A few minutes later, when JB crossed the stage towards us, one of them was off in his direction like a rat up a drainpipe, thrusting her romantic words in his direction.
It was all the funnier when, as she was coerced back to her seat, she lit a cigarette in a languid, post-coital fashion.
Throughout, Paul - our ticket meister - did his thing brilliantly on keyboards.
Afterwards we cabbed it back to the city and joined the band for drinks. They were a great group of fun, down-to-earth guys who clearly loved what they did and the opportunities it provided to see the world. They were off to Santiago de Chile the next day.
Got home at about four. It was a great, great night...
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