I do love bookshops and a small independent bookshop called Greenhouse Books, has recently opened near my home. They also make a good cup of coffee so I called in this morning and was stunned with the number of people who came in who the owners knew by their first names – great sense of a bookish community. The most interesting was a large heavily bearded man wearing a Russian fur hat and carrying a large rucksack. He complained about getting old and then went off at a tangent talking about Akhenaten, Horowitz, his family and many more apparently unrelated topics. I paid for my coffee and he turned towards me and said ‘you’re a musician aren’t you ? A jazz musician’ which I accepted as it was ‘close enough for jazz’, as they say. However he would not accept that he could not have recognised me from the Slug and Lettuce as I have not played at that gig! At this point, he suddenly said ‘Saint Thomas’ and then proceeded to demonstrate to me how he had developed a new conga rhythm for the classic Rollins tune! An amazing encounter!