My boyfriend turned 40 recently, so he has reached that age at which a man must start to come to terms with the fact that he may never – ever – get to see Tom Waits live. Fortunately for him, The Pogues visited Melbourne earlier this year, and he took some comfort in the fact that he would at least get to see a performance by the ugliest man in music, the magnificent Shane McGowan. My boyfriend’s only regret, I think, was that on the night, as we looked around at the crowd gathered at a nearby pub before the show, it became glaringly obvious that he’d missed out on a primo opportunity to wear a cap. He owns a couple of nice ones, you see, and chances to wear them are few and far between as it is.