And all is back to the new normal at Chateau Leinster, watering hole of the Colliwobble cognoscenti.
So… wandered in to the Gold Street Gossip Shop at about quarter past something or other to be greeted by the sight of a young, talented, good looking and delusional pianist. Glen must have polished the mirror for the first time in ages.
And speaking of polish, there was Captain Chaos his good self, armed and dangerous, and ready to blow a few toons. Pausing only to admire the fine skein of cobwebs that emerged from his weapon of choice, I settled down for a refreshing b., and a bit of natter, awaiting the first mangled melody with a keen anticipation. The room was filling fast, sun was streaming through the lovat green and vermilion stained glass window, there was a quiet hum of gossip around the room, all with the desultory clicking of the eight ball heroes in the front bar. It doesn’t get any better than this, I thought, and for quite a while it didn’t
The jams have seen a lot of new faces in recent weeks, as well as the usual miscreants, but tis one turned into a busy little set, with Ben, Chico, Alex and Colonel T on guitars, meself and Gerald swapping keys, Keef, The Captain, Peter Cole and Red Hat Calamatta on reeds, with a dude called Jeremy contributing some clarinet for spice, Chrissie Manetta and Bruce, Kev on tonsils, and Carlton on bass. Kay Young popped in from downtown Darwin, as you do, and the ever improving Steve, Il Duce, and Talev (?) waved sticks and brushes around with conviction, occasionally hitting something to show they meant business.
There was even a very large Tuba wandered through the room – didn’t play, possibly due to the lack of a bagpipe section. No jam can be perfect (it would be ruined if it was) but after a while this one was pretty damn good.
Steady on lads…
The Sunday Jam, every week at the Leinster Arms, Gold Street, Colliwobble, from 4.00pm until we knock off around 7.30. See ya this week?