I `ad one of them `opeful youngsters in my cab the other day wanting to do something in the folk music line. `e was `alf way there with `is beard trying to sprout and `is dad`s leather covered tankard.
`e said, "Cheers Jim. `ere, you and your band do the clubs down this neck of the woods. Where d`you reckon I could find a good banjo teacher?"
I said, "If I was you I`d try Euston Station. I saw one there last Friday, although, on second thoughts, the mob was only a few minutes be`ind!!"

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