In the rather strangely named "Dr. Syntax" pub, Soul Doubt are preparing to play. The gear is set up and we're all here to celebrate the leaving of Paul, our trumpeter, for China - wherein he is set to teach.
I wish him all good fortune and fulfilment in this amazing endeavour. I am in awe of his bravery and whatever else it takes to utterly uproot oneself to a spectacularly foreign country, as China definitely is.
For tonight, we will converse, play music and eat - trying not to think of missed opportunities, paths not taken and dreams unfulfilled.
Mine's a large Diet Coke please, Paul.