THREAD CREEP WARNING: and if you need longer time to change string, instrument, get your breath back, have a drink, there's this shaggy dog story, intended as a lead in to Blue Suede Shoes but can be adapted:
Fame is largely dependent on what the media tells us, for example the Pope visited Cuba recently. Tight news blackout to avoid encouraging Catholic enthusiasm so rumours spread that someone famous was coming but they didn't know who. Plane land, Pope kisses tarmac, met by Foreign Minister: "Welcome to Cuba, Mr Presley". Pope "I'm not Elvis Presley, I'm the Pope". FR "Oh, Sorry, your Holiness" [pad story out with similar encounters on way to hotel]. Pope gets to hotel taking shower,knock at door, goes to door in towel [funny place for door -Oh,do get on with it, Roger] opens door,sees beautiful Cuban temptress, long black hair all down her back [none on her head, just down her back Roger! I've warned you..], short red dress, lovely brown eyes: "Oh, Mr Presley, I've always wanted to meet you!". Pope :" My child,[sings] It'sa one for the money, two for the show...."
Exit Skiffler in hail of coins (small denomination) bermugs and chairs
Tara a bit
RtS (I have to keep on the move, a new audience is easier to find than new jokes)