The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #117767   Message #2541577
Posted By: GUEST,terry
17-Jan-09 - 03:25 PM
Thread Name: Coach House at Farningham (UK)
Subject: RE: Coach House at Farningham
Yes Dave I'm certain you're right about the handpainted Sunbeam.
I'm trying hard to remember the various cars Wiskers drove but like you this brings to mind another amusing incident.
In the very early 70's some of us from the Folk Club (Wiskers, Streaky, Phil, etc. plus ladies) spent a week at Broadstairs during Folk week. We 'unofficially indoor camped' in what was the deck chair store in the car park behind the Mermaid pub. Messing about on the beach one day Wiskers broke his leg by falling into a hole dug in the sand that the incoming tide had flooded. He was plastered (which was not unusual) and we carried him from pub to pub lying on a wooden table top from the store.
Returning from Broadstairs he obviously could not drive and at the time I only had a little Fiat 500 with a sun roof. Those who remember Wiskers will recall that he never went anywhere without his double bass. For some reason it fell apon me to transport him and his instrument to and from Farningham when his leg was in plaster. The only way this could be achieved was by removing the passenger seat so John could sit on the back seat holding his double base with his leg outstretched and the neck of the instrument sticking out of the open sunroof.
As we drove along the wind whistled through the strings producing a strange drone I will never forget.
This is only but one of the very happy memories I have of those times. No doubt I will be reminded of many more by others who also shared those halcyon days.
By the way, it can now be revealed, Dave is correct in his belief that Wiskers 'oversold' tickets to see SG. Whilst it may have made him a few bob extra it did strain his relationship with Danny the landlord who was 'entertaining' his special guests, who held limited issue tickets, in the pub beforehand. Escorting them to the Coach House at the appropriate time you can imagine how they felt to be confronted by a seething mass of people, some of whom were virtually hanging from the rafters.
Oh, happy days. There was a lot more went on behind the scenes than was general knowledge but nobody got hurt and good times were had by all. If only youngsters of today could enjoy such times.
Terry