Oh how wonderful it felt to arrive at the entrance, wave my ukulele and be admitted free-of-charge!
There are times when this feels like the most amazing dream. Nine months ago I was wondering how to build a social life and I couldn't play a note on a ukulele. Today I would be standing in front of folk who had actually paid to be there. I studied the list of ales on offer and elected to steady my nerves with half a pint of Legless Cow, a spicy sausage and some chips, then tried to concentrate on tuning my uke — G... C... A... E.. Crumbs, this thing was in tune when I left home. Perhaps it's as wobbly as its owner.
Thankfully, my cous Jan was there to lend moral support. "I'll be your roadie," she explained as she took control of the camera. Her photos tell the rest of the story.
Final preparations. Do I look happy? |
... and away we go. |
The full line-up, including percussion section |
Oh, Angie! Well done! This puts my own stuff into the shade!
ReplyDeleteAs you say, who would have dreamed that a ukulele class could lead to fame and fortune - well, free beer and yummy sausages, anyway!
Lucy
Well done Angie
ReplyDeletePlaying for your Dinner
And Trousers as well
Julliette
Shea Stadium next then Angela?
ReplyDeleteShirley Anne x