On one memorable occasion we were booked to play at a large club in central Middlesbrough. The club's resident band comprised organ and drums, and the organist was a very attractive lady. Our drummer Don Eddy, recently divorced, took a fancy to her, and offered her a lift home at the end of the night, conveniently forgetting that he was a passenger in my car. Anyhow I reluctantly agreed and we set off to her place, which turned out to be a flat above a fruit and veg shop in the town.
It was a cold night, and she suggested that I should wait in the shop while Don and her went upstairs to "have a cup of tea", as she put it. So I accepted, and during the wait I realised that I was hungry, so I helped myself to a banana.
At this point a burly figure loomed up at the door, and a torch was switched on, to reveal me standing in the dark with the banana. It was, of course, the local constabulary doing his rounds, and he demanded an explanation. So I told him the truth, and just as I finished the explanation the loud and rhythmic squeak of bedsprings came unmistakably through the ceiling. "Ah!" said Plod, "that'll be him drinking his tea now. I'll return in ten minutes, and if you and your tea drinking friend aren't gone you'll be in real trouble".
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It's tough on the road. I remember back in 1974 my band were playing at a dance in the ballroom of the Dragonara Hotel in Middlesbrough and in the lounge bar there was an attractive lady playing solo piano. I wonder if this was the same person and, if it was, had I known then what I know now ...
Why don't you come up and see me sometime, and show me your banana?!
Is that a banana in your hand, or are you just pleased to see me? Etc. etc. etc. .......
Really!…is this what we expect from a respectable blog…?…no Parliamentary Awards for you again!
Sylvia, you should see the comments we don't post!
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