Last night, just to prove what a NEW MAN I am, I let Herself decide what to slip in the old CD player,she, proving why we are still together after nearly 32 years, chose a skiffle compilation. Then, (which I shall call in my defence if she's found buried under the patio) she had the temerity to stop me joining in: "I want to hear Lonnie Donegan, not you." she said. Well! My flabber has never been so gasted. OK, so she proved yet again she's a woman of taste and discrimination(well she married me didn't she?) but I went off in a huff and did the washing up to Dick Gaughan on Mike Harding's Radio 2 Folk show. That'll show her!
( Ipreferred Lonnie, though!)
RtS