First time out to Players in Westbury for the PB’s.
Good news, they put us up on the dance floor and under more flashing lights than Blackpool could dream of.
The bad news, we were on the dance floor so where did the dancing take place? We could not really tell due to the tsunami of neon. However, from what we understand the creative folk of Westbury found a space and danced totally uninhibited in the darkness totally butt naked (well, mostly true but I did I make up the last bit)
Not really bad news, but certainly a hindrance, but our singing Steve is very sensitive to the change in seasons and since the clocks have changed has been all of a dither and the wet weather of late has brought on a tickly chest. Bless. His voice just about held out to the end but now convalesces with a Night Nurse (…..called Betty)
So, we get a couple of weeks off before our next private party, but we might slip in a cheeky pub gig in a couple of weeks if all the rock’n’ roll stars align. Watch this space.
Till the next time.