More travel – all those come-what-may places – followed, on Lush Life, where Paul was in the limelight while the other guys got a breather. Ruth, who I haven’t really mentioned yet, was in fine form (apart from being, by her own admission, a bit huskier than normal because of a cold. “Makes it even jazzier,” she said, and she was right!)
Next was You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To (was this a hint from the band?) featuring more sirens! “Here’s your backing-group, again”, said the man. “More!!!” said the assembled company, and were rewarded with an encore, (S’wonderful) which took us to paradise (awful nice!) and back to reality again.
After the night and the music it was the A167 for