You are at a gig. The first set has been blinding. You are sweaty, grinning like a maniac and wondering if life will even be worth living after the show, because nothing will ever beat this. Period.
The 'band' retake the stage, the drummer and the bloke who hangs around with the band (the bass player) bring it back in with an infectious rolling rythm, the lead vocals requests you 'put your hands together' to welcome a 'very special guest', we are honoured to be joined by etc etc, and on walks the most unexpected guest you could have thought of. But theres more! He (or she, or it, or them) are packing CBGs!
Living or otherwise, for better or worse, or just for the sheer hell of it, who's it gonna be??
Lemmy from Motorhead maybe? Postman Pat perhaps? Gordon Ramsey playing a mandolin cbg?