“We sincerely apologise for this error…”
Years ago the showbands used to play every night of the week in a different part of the country. Sometimes, north, sometimes south. Sometimes in an Catholic area, sometimes Protestant. A friend who used to play in one, told me a possibly apocryphal story about one particular night, when the trombonist hadn’t been needed for the last song. Having been on the road for weeks – possibly months – he grabbed a kip. Then, as the night ended, another band …