What a weekend! Lost me busking virginity, solidly, apparently. Lawrie (Bloke in the Corner) and I appeared as 'Waggler', complete with a menu board of songs, dreamt up by twelve drink-sodden advertising executives the night before. We had a great pitch away from most other acts, apart from one that Oaklet has already descibed as odd (not that we were that even).

We found that hackneyed old songs had the tears plopping on the flags, and the cash rolling in, but tunes (even played well!) didn't seem to hook the punters in, as Sarah has said about the fiddle tunes. Yet Oakers reports even money between tunes and song. Depends who's going by at the time, I suppose.

Waggler performed again on Saturday night, at the Carnival, in Barton, and yesterday saw another Purple Helmet Binge Drinking and Cycling Display, with added damp squib pyrotechnics. I fear a greater outrage is planned......

I managed to wobble home and save my current marriage by arriving 11 and a half minutes late for the family meal, and then downed the last of 9 pints with Doug Chadwick (good man, himself), and the divine Tina Cook at Wooton, with Banjo Flower, Smallpiper and Nik-Nak in attendance.

There's nothing so queer, as ten pints of beer, for messing around with your liver...........

Gary