Birthday Blues

Oh no, another birthday. Not mine, but a friend and colleague, Mike. We dragged around a few pubs in Soho and then some bright-spark said "hey, there's a blues night at the Spice of Life". My heart sank. I hate blues with the same sort of passion that I hate jazz. Anyway, off to the the place we went. I don't think I got to the end of my pint before making my excuses and bailing out. I was home before 11. Both blues and jazz involve a group of people playing instruments and each one of them playing a different "tune". Bah humbug!