At the Locomotive, on Broadway, Cardiff, in 1967 (I was too young to be in a pub but no one asked). I sang one of my own songs (and I can't remember which one) as well as my version of "Fennario". And the guy who gave me a lift to the club, who I fancied hugely, said it was "bloody great", and so I kept singing. Never did go out with him, mind, and only discovered in recent years that he had also fancied me. Such is life.