We were advertised as a "celtic" group, but two patrons approached and insisted we should then dress as Celts, sing in some now practically unknown dialect, play the music that Celts played (is there any actually in existence I asked), use period authentic instruments, etc. All very tiresome. I think I yawned when trying to pretend to be politely listening to them...somehow they go the message.

Just a couple of gigs ago, a drunkard approached me during a break at a bar gig just to tell me that I don't sound at all like Hank Williams when I do Move It On Over, and HW would be rolling over in his grave. I responded with "If he rolled over in his grave then maybe there'll be room for you too." Twit.

Peace, Mooh.