Keith Christmas played a festival just up the road and I didn't go. Boo... Wish I'd known but as the date clashed with something, I didn't check the guest list.

I used to sing his Robin Head back in the day. Normally I changed a line to read "Old Friar Tuck with which nothing rhymes." Huh.. Big charity gig, mayor etc and hundreds in the marquee, a young Musket spouted "Old Friar Tucker the king moth..."

That's the beauty of gigs, paid or unpaid. Nowadays I can laugh at how the commotion got louder and two verses later, the whole place was discussing my faux pas.

Nobody seemed interested in the drugs theme, just a naughty word. Calling Maid Marion the acid queen went over collective heads I think.


Sorry, rambling again..

Keith Christmas. Well, well well....