Five String Electric Violin
I’ll start this with
a word of advice to any two-legged creature who may read this.
When discussing my love life,
a la Bridget Jones, over lunch with a friend on a Thames barge
ago than I would care to
admit), I said glibly : ‘I’m going to find myself a
bearded morris man to marry’.
At the time it was a flippant,
alcohol-induced remark. It’s
turned out to be a prophecy. Within weeks I’d found him.
Years later we’re still married. What’s that got to
do with Shave the Monkey, you may ask? Well, it’s his fault that
I met Duncan Moss, who was then (gasp!) a morris dancer. Which means
it’s his fault, indirectly, that I’m writing these words
So here I am, the new girl
(girl, who am I trying to kid?) in the band very kindly described
by Steve (we miss you Steve!!) as
five grumpy old men and one woman. Steve’s a very tough act
to follow. Everybody loves him. And how do you replace a melodeon
with a fiddle? (Pyres of firewood jokes already supplied by my
family, so no more of THOSE thanks!)