Back in the '70's,when I was in the Beggarmen, my partner Tom O'Carroll and I were staying with a wonderful friend in Washington DC.
He was exceedingly generous with his comfortable home, his food and drink, and along with his friendly dog Darlin' we had the run of the place.

By the way, he also had excellent taste in food and drink.

After the gig each night, we'd come back with a couple of sixpacks, and we'd sit, have a few beers and shoot the breeze with him for a while; and maybe play a few tunes.

Then he would retire for the night. Tom and I watched TV and had a few snacks, a few more beers and head off to bed ourselves.

One night after he had gone to bed, we opened a couple of Anchor Steams (I told you he had good taste), some nice crispbread crackers, and looked in the fridge for something to put on the crackers.

To our delight, there was a plate with some country paté.

We spread it on the crackers, and munched and drank happily until it was all gone. So we hit the hay.

The following morning he asked, "Do you guys know what happened to Darlin's dogfood?"


Seamus