The wee ginger fellow's four or five double Jack'n'cokes into his evening, so you'll forgive him if he sways a bit as he makes his way from the bar to the back of the empty dancefloor. Well, in the interests of accuracy, it's not entirely empty. There are 16 other people in the room, 11 if you don't count the five in the band on stage. Ten if you don't count the wee fellow's sister.All but two of the 'crowd' are hugging the back wall - the two being a pair of Japanese tourists who are standing in front of the stage armed with a video camera.The band suddenly snap into their first number and the wee fellow realises three things real fast. Firstly this is not Boyfriend, one of the bands on his label he's come to check out. Nor is it 18 Wheeler, another of the groups on his roster due to put in an appearance tonight. The third realisation is that, either he's more drunk than he thought, or this lot, whoever they may be, are actually pretty damn good.
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