So, here we go. Rookery and Backwoodsman being CTB and Goff not making an appearance apart, the rest of us had a bloody good night if you'll pardon my French.

The bar still had a few of the "been here since 4,00" crowd when we started so we started outside in the beer garden for the first hour, and apart from Albert complaining of hyperthermia, we enjoyed that bit. Then we went inside and here's something, I counted a real audience of about twenty, as in at our end of the bar, listening, cheering and clapping. Cracking night.

We had songs from;

That couple Eric introduced with guitar and whistle and I asked their names to name check and thanks to having a sniff of the barmaids apron I've forgotten already. Bugger.

We had Jill, accompanied by Chris not Ian. We had Ian getting that bloke I just mentioned and yours truly playing for him whilst he sung. Reg and Gary. Mike. Albert. Chris. Eric. Richard. Jim. I brought up the rear.

Aye. Good fun. I left the pub around 1.00am as usual and on the walk back to Chez Musket remembered I had to be up at 6,00am. Must must must remember I don't sit on my arse all day any more.