Midnight in London

During my evening with the London City runners, someone recommended Ronnie Scott's the world's biggest jazz club, or something. Maybe it's just London's biggest... Or oldest. I can't remember. 

Nico bails out on the late show (11:15 PM), so we plan for 9 pm the next night. The website says no advanced bookings, tickets at the door. We abandon the kids and take the tube to SOHO.

There's a line down the block. A bouncer walks the line asking if everyone already has tickets. I chase him down and he says come back in 20 minutes and he'll try to get us in.

My biggest fear in life is not being allowed in somewhere with velvet ropes.

We walk around SOHO and come back to see the bouncer arguing with a much better dressed couple, he motions us over to the side. I'm feeling pretty good and wondering what a reasonable tip is for this service. Then he says go inside to pay for tickets. They're £50 each. And I'm like: I thought this was a £10 entry. So anyway, the line was for the main club, where some Grammy award winning pianist is performing and our destination is Ronnie Scott's upstairs where a jazz fusion "band" is playing in a much smaller area.

After about an hour of soundchecks: