Musket, I was there last week, and it was grim.

About 60 geriatric ex-Mods on Lambrettas and Vespas, revving their farty little engines up outside. A dozen or so bar-flies seemingly engaged in competitions to see (a) who had the most severely damaged hearing, and (b) who could shout the loudest so that their deaf mates could hear them and shout back.

There were only four of 'us' - Goff (not a 'shouter' by any stretch of the imagination), the guy from Scunny (I think) with the banjo and ukulele, the quiet blonde lady with the Taylor GS Mini, and me - and it was genuinely impossible to hear even your own voice when you were singing! We fought manfully against adversity, but surrendered at 10pm and buggered off home.

I'm all for 'taking the music to the people', but it requires a decent number taking it to them, and a willingness on the part of those people to whom it's taken to receive it! Neither were in evidence last Wednesday!

I wain't be there tonight or next week at the Wheatsheaf, but I'm hoping to get to the Red Lion next time. Have a good 'un toneet!