The Millstone was crowded and I just managed to secure a table and a Tyneside Blonde (a beer). I was hungry so I ordered an all-day breakfast. They should have called it an all-year breakfast such was the quantity of sausages, bacon rashers, fried eggs and chips that were piled so high on my plate they almost reached the ceiling. OK so I'm exaggerating, but not by much. Then another Tyneside Blonde joined me - I shall not mention the lady by name save to say she is the auntie of a rock legend.
The band stomped off with Dinah and I was delighted to note how easily affirmed modernist Hardy dropped into the New Orleans style - you'd have thought he'd been raised on The Bayou.
The delights were many; Fred Thompson's vocals, Barry Soulsby's clarinet playing, McBriarty's trombone and, of course, the two Brians who kept it tight like that but with the fluidity so essential to a good traditional rhythm section.
After an unsuccessful punt on the raffle the band resumed with Ray Burns sitting in on harmonica which added yet another dimension to an afternoon already overflowing with goodies.
Lance.
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