Dreams of far away

Far away in time. That was me tonight. The Ballad of Mott the Hoople at the Filmhouse. Thoroughly entertaining though not quite as left field as I thought it might be. Pretty straightforward in fact, but if that was bang in the middle of your formative years (and it was!), it was a certainty that you would be transported back there. Of course, I wasn't alone. Nope, there were F and AJ too. A drink in Thomson's and then a curry round the corner. The conversation flowed. But what was Lynsey de Paul's big hit? She had a mole above her lip, did she not?
However! Back to Mott. The taxi driver overheard us talking about them in the back seat, and told us he'd seen them at the Caley in Lothian Road in '73 and we'd never guess who the support band were. Ah ha. We knew! Queen! See - we had been paying attention.