Travels With The Corrds

It was a beautiful day when we drove down to Hampshire and we were well chuffed to find a marks & Spencer at the Services, especially me because that meant I could get my favourite Chinese Chicken stuff – as it was lovely weather, the need for a cold lunch came up for the first time (for me) on our travels this year, so far.

When we got to the Tennis Club it was still a nice day, but getting a bit chilly  as the sun was disappearing, but that didn’t stop us from attempting to have a sit outside with cold drinks.

After setting up and seeking out the female changing rooms (renamed ‘Colleens’ for Paddy’s Day), we got on with the soundcheck and then Sadie went in search of some (rather dubious looking) sportswear for a quick session in the gym (see pic of Sadie trying to be invisible for the camera).

While Sadie went for a work-out, we went to sort ourselves out with some food, pottered about for a bit, and then went to get ready for the gig. Found some interesting signage in the changing room requesting that pushchairs not be taken into the shower, and ‘Horse Play’ (very specific) was not allowed at the pool. I thought it was amusing, anyway.

As we had a bit of space to play with in the ‘stage area’ I opted for the skirt and barefoot thing for this gig, but was a bit reluctant to part with my socks (cold feet). I did part with them for the show, of course.

The gig went very well, although they were rather a more subdued lot than the previous few Paddy’s Night audiences, however they all cheered up pretty quick and crowded the dance floor for some very interesting dances.

As this was our FOURTH St Patrick’s Day in a row, we’d kinda got to the point where it was beginning to feel like Groundhog Day, so I kept myself amused by changing the names of all our jigs accordingly. Thus, the set began with ‘Haste to St Patrick’s Day’ (Haste to the Wedding), followed by ‘The Joy of St Patrick’s Day’ (The Joy of Life), ‘St Patrick’s Apron’ (Mason’s Apron), and I was stopped in my tracks when changing the title of ‘Toss The Feathers’ by the band starting the song before I could slip out the new title, and it's probably a good thing they did. He he he, ye have to keep yerself amused, you understand…

After the set we had a swift drink and set off home, and St Patrick’s Day – now four days long – was finally done for another year. For the next few days we were struggling to stop ourselves from singing jigs and dreaming about cartoon Leprechauns…

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