Sunday here in Scotland sees the demise of lighting up in public places, bnars and yes - clubs. Back inthe good old days when a self respecting club would be heavy with lung crippling, eye watering fag smoke are gone. TBack then my fag would neatly be impaled on a dangling guitar string so as to produce a dancing light effect when playing. With some Wizz Jones type footwork it became positively mesmeric and so disguised bum notes and forgotten lyrics.