We went out last night, for the first time in yonks. OK – it was hardly a giant excursion – in fact, we only went ¼ mile or so to the local pub for a Pub Quiz night. I didn’t even get changed after work to go – I went exactly as was.

What a laugh – it was great fun. Annie, DM and I were our little team, our other neighbour, Ray (not Ray P, you understand, even though he was an excellent pub quiz team member when we were in Sandhurst, it's a long way to come for an evening out) was a lightweight and didn’t turn up but that didn’t matter. We came third overall, and it was surprisingly tough. There were no ‘celebrities’ rounds or ‘new/current affairs’ rounds that you’d normally expect in a pub quiz (well, I would anyway) but there was a whole round devoted to trees!

This was, in fact, one of my starring roles – I KNEW that the Giant Maple was, in fact, a Sycamore and I also knew that the tree that gave us the filbert and cob was a Hazel – I even managed a ‘boast’ because I knew its latin name, Corylus. In fact, I got us quite a lot of points in that one.

BUT, my starring role came in the Song Lyrics round – you see, my mis-spent youth, hanging around with bands and at gigs came in very handy.

That reminded me of a ‘banker’ shot that I’ve been saving for a rainy day….which, in case you’ve not guessed it, is this one. This is my very own ‘black leather jacket’, bought in Carnaby Street in the late 1970s, or maybe 1980, I can’t recall. I’ve never quite been able to bring myself to give it away, even though it’s definitely not the kind of jacket a woman of my age would really dare to wear again. That would certainly be what my Mum would call a bad case of ‘mutton dressed as lamb’.

However, I was right to think it’d work as a pic (well, I think so anyway) so here it is in celebration of an encyclopaedic knowledge of pop music lyrics and (sadly) long-gone mis-spent youth.

I wouldn't bother going back to look at last year's shot if I were you, it's crap and I got in deep shit because of it.