Memory lane (again)

When I were young (that's one helluva memory you've got there - Ed) I used to frequent Hales Bar in Harrogate. It was run at that time by a really grumpy man and remains to this day the only bar where I have been told to modify my behaviour or be chucked out.
Grief, I was only kissing my girlfriend but, to be fair to him, he had probably worked out what I had in mind. Yesterday I went back to visit again. With the exception of the landlord, It hasn't changed in all those years. OK, some of the wall lights have been changed from gas to electric. It still serves a good range of hand drawn ales and looks like it is still a 'drinkers' bar. Anyway, this trip down memory lane was the prelude to another trip. We had booked to see Clare Teal at the Royal Hall (another memory lane). Personally I'd never heard of Clare Teal but 'she who knows everything' had, so off we went. She was good, very good, so Jan was, yet again, right. Damn. Teal was also supported by Ian Shaw and Pee Wee Ellis. Excellent.
The last time I'd visited the Hall was over forty years ago when the band I sung in performed on stage, but that's another story.