Many years ago, I was having dinner with my wife in Pizza Express in Colchester. We were having a quick meal before going to a gig with friends, so we spent the meal talking about some of them, as you do. We finished eating, paid the waitress and got up to leave. As I stood up, I saw my good friend Lee over the other side of the restaurant also getting up from his table and so, as you would, waved at him. Just as I opened my mouth to call over, I realised that there was no other side to the restaurant and instead there was a huge mirror. My friend Lee was, in fact, me.
Here he is, playing bass and looking good.
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