|A dark dog of What's the Point-ism|
One is reminded of a story told me by Kat Flint, related by the musicians in the Cara Dillon band (whom she toured with). They apparently said that if they were in a strange town/city and were bored, they would go to music nights and pretend they were A & R men from some big record label, just as a jolly jape. They said Edinburgh was the only place where no-one ever believed them.
Pfft. Going to band practice, hopefully that will shift this mood.