Steve Maskery
Established Member
I've just come back from a few days in Whitby. It was the Folk Festival last week, and I spent one afternoon in the Middle Earth pub at a singaround. I have a very small repertoire (no making up your own jokes, please), but my signature effort is a Neil Diamond number, which I duly sang, accompanied by my mate Bob and getting the rest of the room to take the part of the brass section.
The following day I was in Whitby, minding my own business, looking in a shop window, when I was accosted by a bloke and his wife.
A tap on the shoulder, and, "I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your rendition of Sweet Caroline yesterday. It was really good, thank you."
My ghast had never been more flabbered. I am the least professional of all the musicians in that room. But I have a fan, I've been groupied!
"Sweet Caroline, ba, ba, baaam,
Good time never seemed so good..."
He wasn't even drunk.
The following day I was in Whitby, minding my own business, looking in a shop window, when I was accosted by a bloke and his wife.
A tap on the shoulder, and, "I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your rendition of Sweet Caroline yesterday. It was really good, thank you."
My ghast had never been more flabbered. I am the least professional of all the musicians in that room. But I have a fan, I've been groupied!
"Sweet Caroline, ba, ba, baaam,
Good time never seemed so good..."
He wasn't even drunk.