Pizza Express off the menu

The night began at Kentish Town. Emerging from the underground I was set upon by a host of ticket touts offering me tickets for The Forum - I declined and instead headed for The Oxford - a pub that advertised Jazz by the Loop Collective. I climbed the stairs to an attic sized room that reminded me of the ill-fated Side Café ran by the North East Jazz Collective in Newcastle. Four guys were meandering around a sequence - at this stage they outnumbered the audience. Didn't hang around and returned to city centre. A 'Blues Jam' at The Spice didn't appeal either - too loud - so I decided to hell with cost Ronnie's here I come. Sign up - "House Full". So what? Pizza Express is just around the corner so Pizza it was. Entry proved difficult but I found some stairs that took me into the venue. This was it! Tommy Whittle, Enrico Tomasso, Mark Nightingale and others blowing "9.20 Special". Great sound. I settled down at an out of the way table and prepared to enjoy the jazz and order when the waitress arrived. Barbara Jay took to the stage and sang "Let's Face The Music and Dance" (I think!). The waitress approached and I decided perhaps a "Margherita" or a "Hawaiian" would suit my tastebuds. The question became academic. "Do you have a reservation?" I confessed that, since I had split with Pocahontas, I no longer had a reservation but that I would like to order a pizza. "No reservation - no Pizza".

I explained that I was Tommy Whittle's number one fan.

"No reservation - no pizza."

I added that I was also Mark Nightingale's number one fan.

"No reservation - no pizza." I didn't bother adding Enrico Tomasso - I could see the lady was not for turning so I turned instead - just as Tommy Whittle blew a scintillating blast on whatever it was he was blasting on. I too was blasting. Maybe next time.

Lance.