Ain't nobody here but us chickens.

*squawk!*

We made it to Snooty Winery.
We played fiddle.
Details later.
It was okay.

Stage fright.

Jesus. We're ill. Not something we can just pull ourselves out of either.

What terrible timing. Musicians have such dreadful reputations for unreliability - it's death not to show to a gig, our first gig. Dammit. They won't make the offer again. I hope we get well tomorrow. Our darling is off celebrating, the angel, we're home alone.

I hope we get better tomorrow. I won't cancel. I'll just see how I am tomorrow.

Damn it. It must be food poisoning. It has all the symptoms of it.

Performance anxiety.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.

's tomorrow.

Guest fiddle spot.

On Ilkla Moor Baht Hat

All this sharky business reminds me of worms.


On Ilkla Moor Baht Hat

Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht hat
Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht hat
On Ilkla Moor baht hat
On Ilkla Moor baht hat

Thou's been a courtin' Mary Jane
On Ilkla Moor baht hat
Thou's been a courtin' Mary Jane (2x)
On Ilkla Moor baht hat (3x)

Thou'll go and get thy death of cold
Then we shall have to bury thee

Then the worms will come and eat thee oop

Then ducks will come and eat up the worms

Then us will come and eat up ducks

Then us will all have eaten thee

That's how we get out loved ones back

Two trees. Roz is...

the Hazel tree.

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Which Celtic Tree are you?


And Viola had to take a tie-breaker between the Birch and the Elder.

You only want me for one thing.

Wails the fiddler who aspires to sing and play guitar.

Bloody hell, a gig.

Well I never.
*looks suitably chuffed*

We have a GIG.
With Helen Barley's band, as a guest fiddler.
At a Semi-Snooty Vineyard.
Actually, pretty darrrrrrn snooty, now I come to think about it.

*beams*

That's the good news.
The not sad, but *sigh* news - she doesn't seem interested in anything other than our ability to improvise to almost anything on the fiddle. Our mediocre guitar playing does not impress, and she doesn't seem to think much of our voice. We weren't in perfect voice, being a bit too fiddly for that - coz I think we need to summon up singers to actually sing, though it's us, the musicians, who ~steer~ them. I think Francesca can sing, and maybe we need that ocean presence, I don't know. We weren't in perfect form. And I mean, Helen Barley SINGS and plays GUITAR, so it's not really surprising she's more interested in us as fiddle players.

I know I know but I still want to play guitar and sing.

Anyway, enough of that, the good news is :
Guest Fiddler GIG!
HELEN BARLEY's BAND!
SNOOTY VINEYARD!