Diz ordered himself a pint, turned to us and said, "Bit thin on the ground tonight, lads - hang on", went upstairs and came down with guitar in hand. He played with us all evening - and a great evening it was. At close of play, we offered him a cut of our (meagre) gig money. "No, no lads, I've got a great gig tomorrow evening coming up." Where was that, we asked. "Carnegie Hall, with Steff."