On yet another pleasant summer’s night, we zipped along to Bar 67 in Lincoln, and who did we come across strutting their stuff but the marvellous musicians Adam Piggott and Jayne Freeman. Not sure which genre of music they slot into, but seeing as I’m not that interested in categories, I just sat back and enjoyed their eclectic mix of folk, Neil Young and their own wonderfully penned numbers in this bar that seems to attract small (but perfectly formed, as they say) audiences. Have I won the competition to use the most clichés in one small paragraph yet, I am wondering, before I start wondering about next Thursday’s 67 event which comprises story telling, I am reliably informed. Not with too many clichés, I hope.