After telling you about playing in Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem in Nottingham thought that I would tell you about another incident on the same trip,
I was playing for Dwy Droed Chwith (Two Left Feet) who had been invited to dance at a music festival, much of which was outdoors. Our first set was in the Main Square quite early on. We had to wait our turn, so I set off to a mobile tea and coffee stall.
You should know that I was dressed with a bright blue waistcoat, red kerchief, bowler hat and was carrying a mandolin on one shoulder and a banjo on the other.
I ordered my coffee and the lady asked, "Will you be playing later?"
I was so very tempted to tell her that I had only come in to buy a loaf of bread.
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