Lyn and I were out last night. We were up at the o2 watching the Buena Vista Social Club. Truth be told, I’d never heard of them, but Dom seemed keen to watch them and Lyn agreed, so a few weeks ago I rolled up to north Greenwich to get tickets. It turned out to be an awesome night: they are a Cuban group from Havana, with about twenty members, who have been going about forty years. While nearly all the songs were not in english, I loved their latin rhythms and salsa. At one sage, one performer produced one of the greatest drum solos I have ever heard; at another point a quite elderly singer sang a beautiful, energetic love song – Dominik said her rather mischievous energy reminded him of my Yaiya. I was captivated – it felt exotic and made me fancy a mojito, although I thought I’d better not. It was a great night out, and by about half eleven we were coming home, the Cuban rhythms still running through our heads