Well, that was a bit of an odd one. Let the Todmeister explain why. He says:
"1 - The stage was fantastic
2 - The weather was brilliant
3 - The venue was amazing
4 - The hog roast was gorgeous
5 - The set-up was suspiciously trouble-free
6 - The totty was first class
7 - The music was sh*te."
He's right. Everything looked stunning, but we played like a bunch of muppets. No-one can quite say why. A couple of us claimed to be feeling a nasty cold coming on ("Go suck a Fisherman's Friend tee hee") Some of us were distracted by No 6 (see above) especially by the bride herself. A bit of a rot set in after a few songs and then kept going until the end. We just seemed a bit lacklustre.
But hold on: the really REALLY odd thing was that our hosts seemed to love it! Even as we packed up and headed off into the misty night, the compliments kept coming. Everyone seemed happy with our work - and that's what counts.
Next week: Alresford Rugby Club. And if things go like most of the Alresford Rugby Club functions I've been to - be prepared to get naked (and learn the words to Father Abraham and Sunshine Mountain).
No comments:
Post a Comment