It was a good gig. Music was played. People jigged and danced. There were laughs, there were smiles and the occasional tear. Badges were bought, drink was quaffed, anecdotes were exchanged. We all left, tired and happy. And yet, nobody talked about the elephant in the room. Throughout the gig there was an elephant sitting right at the back of the venue, sipping iced tea and honking requests to play songs about elephants. I must say, Kim Deal dealt with it with considerable grace and professionalism.