Being Saturday night there is a guitarist in the park and tables are scarce. A rather loud and slightly sozzled couple from down south move in on our somewhat squeezy table. Now grey nomads are normally a friendly lot but this was pushing things a bit far. He tells us that he knows music and has sung to 800 people. We’re thinking it must have been karaoke! She dances the Egyptian and flashes a bit of leg like one shouldn’t at an advanced age. Another table becomes available. We make a dash for it. Our group all breathe a sigh of relief, then laugh our heads off, thank God they’re only here for one night.
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That seems to happen all over the world. Probably more so in these days of music that is not understandable but is unbearable.
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Hey, I’ve just come back from a country music festival. Where all the songs have words that we can understand.
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Your story and our own experiences are the reason we do not do happy hour.
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Oh it’s not all that bad, most of the people that we meet are truly fascinating.
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