I have written about this before many moons ago, but I bet there are very few people who have been reading this blog for that long!
It's about my dream gig: warm place, easy to get to. No problem with getting the gear in, the show's over in a trice and you're back home in seconds, satisfied and contented. Why on earth don't I do more gigs at this venue?
Where is it? My bed, literally in a dream.
Some of my students that are supposed to be finding industry placements are sitting there each week, waiting for a job to come floating past on the breeze... all they will need to do is gently stretch up and catch it.
If it's not appealing, they can just sit and wait for another to drift past.
One of Bruce Morton's rude stories has already entered the currency at the University of the East.