The phone rang:
it was Adrian the drummer.
“Hiya Ray, got the chance of doing a lovely boozer
in Canning Town, the Golden Fleece.
Quite family pub, never have any trouble,
Money’s not great but it’s regular.
Me on drums, Bill Dunce on bass
do you know him? great player
knows all the tunes, doesn’t read
but it’s a busking gig.
You will need your own gear.
They’ve never had music there before
so best not to put deps in to start with.
A girl singer will be coming in,
Gloria Sarse. Just kidding.
Sheila Becket – knows all the songs
and I sing as you know.
Should be a doddle,
cash and forget.
It’s just off the A 13 flyover
tuck a left and it’s near the river.
Bish bosh. Too good to miss,
and the guvnor’s got another pub
so the contact’s sweet.”
“If only i’d known a week ago,
i’ve just got myself in at the Old Blue Last
can’t be done, sorry. Try John China
he’ll probably cover it, if he’s busy
try Richard Madgwick. “
shame, it would have been
right up your street, perfect in fact.
I might try John he’s a good sort.
Be lucky, mind how you go.
I turned to my black book and looked him up.
Discovered his name was already in there:
Speeds up, too lairy, always pissed.