Kids, eh?

We used to take our duaghter Rachel to our "home" club, the Rainham Oast, and I suppose she sarted coming with us when she was 6 or 7. In due course she told us she wanted to do song (on a singers' night). We made her practice it at home. She was then 8.

I'll never forget Keith Pearson's face (for it was his PA rig at the club). Up went young ginger, looking a little on edge. Ah, he thought, sweet little girl, and edged the mic gain up a bit - and Jacqui started the guitar line and people could see it was going to be "Whip Jamboree".

"WHIP!" started Rachel - and Keith dived for the controls as the speaker cones bade fair to hit the opposite wall!

After that, she always got a slot, and he always said that she was the only singer in the club who it up ALL the overload lights on his little desk.