Living in a foreign country you often encounter jarring moments of cognitive dissonance. Even though you know your pal Zoe plays a mean accordion and has been planning to add some Celtic tunes to her set, you don't expect to suddenly hear 'A Rainy Night In Soho' (probably my favourite ever Pogues song) for the first time in years.
My foolish pride in it being the first number all evening I'd been able to name was hugely outweighed by the emotional resonance that particular song has for me. I confess, I was starting to tear up a little.
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