14th March. An Evening of 'Excellent' Guitar Shredding.

The first band comes on, Swordfish or something - Satriani meets the twin guitars of Wishbone Ash on a strict diet of amphetamine.

The thing with this Instrumental Metal seems to be - why play one note when a hundred and fifteen will do?

To be fair this is a "Guitar Night" Isabelle tells me. The onlookers, predominantly male, stare transfixed by the miasma of well practised fingers on fretboards I nurse a single pint of Belhaven with earplugs in. 

You can't really dance to it.

Isabelle is all a-gog at the sheer quantities of notes.

I think of Bill and Ted.

"It's just shite." I say.