When I was a country and western singer, I used to have a residency in a gay bar in Barnsley. This was about 25 years ago. I wonder if its still there. The landlord was raving mad, kept shouting, I can't stand puffs! Which was a bit strange in the circumstances.

Still that's Yorkshire folk for you.

There were always loads of these fabulous looking women dressed like David Bowie when he had henna-ed hair period.

I never did get the significance of the bunches of keys.