She had opted to do the double-header as she lived in Devon, but worked in London. Travelling beyond Plymouth is hard at the best of times. When you add the Christmas holiday to the mix, the travel becomes five tines as hard with the trains running a restricted service. The decision was wise, as you'll read a bit later.
Over the course of the show we chatted about our passion for jazz music,and jazz related topics - such as - the unexplained death of Chet Baker. Chet was found sitting with his back to a stone pillar, below the half open window of his second floor apartment in Amsterdam. The police, not knowing who was was- I presume - found drugs on his body,and classed it as just another junkie ODing. The death was classified, accidental.
Other subjects included a relatively unknown Stan Gets Zoot Sims and the brothers album called Battleground. Strangely, a few weeks later the album appeared in our library jumble sale.
The first show ended, and Helen asked what the weather was like in Bristol, we are about half way on her journey. I looked across our street, and said. "It's just started to snow." She thanked me, and before she signed off we agreed to chat after her supper break. Three hours later, with the ground covered in snow we resumed our chat.
When I look back, the night reminds me of the TV series http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midnight_Caller there was nothing creepy about the night. We were two people chatting about a mutual interest.