The sessions have settled back to near-normal. Well, as normal as sessions ever get. The regulars are back, the sessions are fuller and the occasional guest drops in. The weather recently meant reduced numbers. Some have a long way to come and others who are out in the sticks are on ungritted roads, but enough make it through the snow and ice to make a merry tune. Every now and then, one of the locals says he enjoys what we do, so it feels as though we're not disturbing the normal ambiance of the pub too much.
Ralphie has a song. Where it came from I know not - it's probably original but if you've heard it before, maybe you'd post a comment. It's about a budgie. The sort of song in the French tradition (like Allouette) except darker. Parts of the budgie get eaten in each verse and you repeat all the parts (forgive the pun) in order. The song then takes an absurd twist into 'I have eaten the Id of my budgie' and 'I have eaten the Gestalt of my budgie'.
There may or may not be a session at the Anchor in Faversham this Sunday. Ring the pub to find out if we're playing. We were hoping to play, but haven't heard yet if it's available.
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