Baby I can't drink whiskey but I'm a fool about my home made wine. Ain't no sense in leavin' Dallas, makes it there all the time - Blind Lemon Jefferson, Chock House Blues
You've prompted me to finally get round to it as well.... I'm booked.
My playing skills (such as they are) are becoming decidedly rusty due to family circumstances (new arrival arrived last Friday) but I should have time to brush up something weird for March.
I need to see whether the baby will tolerate my trying to figure out Kid Bailey, or whether I need to stick to "twinkle twinkle little star" in her presence.
My little boy has taken to muting all my strings with his sticky jam encrusted hands unless I play nursery rhymes...
I might even figure out some lyrics for a self penned effort, for which I only have music currently, in time for March. Probably not though- everything I come up with sounds silly so far- and ive not come up with much!
Not before time. Always excuses..... babies, jam on the strings, wife telling you to shut up........ Look forward to hearing your compositional efforts.
Well NS (or should it be NF, for Norfolk Frisky) the best of luck with that new addition, you will now find out what it's really all about, having just the one will seem like heaven in comparison
And PP it's not the broom cupboard for you, it's the coal shed.
And PP it's not the broom cupboard for you, it's the coal shed.
Well, being a Yorkshire lad I'll feel right at home. Rick Sellens (who can't make it to the Weenie Weekend in March as he'll be in New Zealand - weak excuse if you ask me) tells a story about there being an old National tenor guitar in his family when he was younger. Nobody knew about Nationals in those days and apparently they used to keep it in the coal box.
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"I ain't good looking, teeth don't shine like pearls, So glad good looks don't take you through this world." Barbecue Bob
Stuart, In the case of the area of the midlands (W.Yorkshire) where Parlour Picker grew up, a bath was normally of galvanised iron and used once a week in front of the fire upon which the kettle for the water was heated. You know nothing down in the Deep South where you've had indoor plumbing since the Romans came. (Don't know what a coal box is but Rick is from deepest Sussex so it may be something there.)
Bob, Great that you've signed up, it wouldn't be a party without you.
(W.Yorkshire) where Parlour Picker grew up, a bath was normally of galvanised iron and used once a week in front of the fire upon which the kettle for the water was heated.
That would be funny if it weren't actually true! That's exactly what we did when I was a kid.
Eeeh by gum, it's grim up north....
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"I ain't good looking, teeth don't shine like pearls, So glad good looks don't take you through this world." Barbecue Bob
I've said it before, anything north of Cheltenham is foreign and so I can believe all I hear about coal scuttle Nationals. And, taliking of Nationals (bows down) I didn't know that Kalamzoo made a resonator, so I shall be intrigued to see the new Marshcat toy.
And, Bob, look forward to seeing you - it's the fact you have booked in that I gets me, you can't live that far away unless you are thinking of serious imbibing!