I could have danced all night ...

The one downside about being in a band is that you can't ever go and see yourselves live.  The one thing I would just love to be able to do, is jump off my stool, come out front, join the audience who were dancing to our music and then simply pop back onto my stool again. When there is dancing doing on,I start bouncing up and down on my less than springy stool.  It is a pretty unforgiving stool and at times I've nearly taken out as much equipment as Sharon has the potential to do when hopping around on one leg.

Anyway, last Saturday, at our gig at the New Carrington Inn in Nottingham, it just suddenly all started happening.  The fabulous audience, clearly delighted with what they were hearing,  danced with gay abandon to all our songs.  The venue turned into a disco in the break - much to my delight.  And low and behold, I'm dancing at one of my own gigs.  I dare not tell you what I was dancing to for fear of a backlash (the band are already disowning me).  Sharon is also guilty, having been caught twanging some imaginary braces in time to the music.  What more can I say?  Combine Harvesters rule OK!

More dancing to silly songs, the ones which everyone denies having in their record collection, and I was back on my stool again. The ever enthusiastic audience, whose energy reserves seemed unending, continued to exhibit interesting dance manoeuvres.   We had fun, they had fun and the most wonderful land-ladies of all time did too.  We have two more dates this year at the New Carrington Inn, so if you like shaking a leg, come and see us.  And you never know, we could be doing 'A Town Called Malice'.