Home again now,
My regrets are none.
Posting again,
Gig done.
The play at the open mic seemed to go very well. I got very enthusiastic applause. I was the only violinist there. Everyone else was a singer with a guitar. The lady running the show offered me a double bass gig. I took the opportunity and said, "Yes."
Driving home to the Nui, this morning, I remembered this song I wrote in the 1970s.
Dickery dickery dobits,
I'm the man from Murray Roberts.
I'll deliver your grog,
You can drink like a hog,
Dickery dickery dobits,
I'm the man from Murray Roberts.
[slower pace] Man from Murray Roberts.
* * *
I used to sing this when I was out doing deliveries.
Hey, like Robert, I've got to go. Don't worry, I won't delete my posts.
Ciao tutti.
10 commenti:
Yes, thank you for that.
I don't think that even William McGonagall need be jealous.
Well, my violin playing was on fire last night. Gesundheit! I hope I didn't burn your underpants.
Robert's back.
You can tell him all about it.
Ah, no point, he'll be gone again soon.
True
Either his computer is on the blink or he is.
I'm pleased that the gig (ity) thing went well.
Michael was there. No he wasn't, tricked you!
Was he accessible?
Robert’s blog flicked on then flicked off again like an old television set.
Back in the day the solution was to give it a swift kick or thump it.
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