So how was the concert your Grandaughter took you to last night?

Well, it was different. It was a ginger headed boy standing on a stage with a guitar.

Just a guitar. He had no Band! Not even a drummer to keep the beat.

He played no Oldies. Not a single oldie!

Just music he wrote himself...

It wasn't bad though & my grandaughter loved it!

I never heard her sing before. She's got a really good voice! Like her grandmother had...

Q* Well would you go to another one?

No, one was enough. And I think my grandaughter was using me as a prop.

Sorta like those guys that walk dogs to attract women?

At least she didn't put me on a leash...hahaha!

Q* what was the guys name?

I knew you were gonna ask me that & I should know,

but I forget.

I just remember he was a ginger, had no band, sang songs I never heard before

and kept stepping on things on the floor.