Brass bands, damn them!
Eeh competitions - luvv em. Get up at 4 in the morning drive the other of the country for an 8 clock draw only to find out we 're playing at 5 in the afternoon. Sit round with nowt to do , nowhere to play for ten hours with a cup of char, a soggy sandwich and ten pints of heavy wallop. The sop. splits eveything and bass trombone always drops his mute.I love it when we come last!(specially when you've rehearsed every day for a fortnight).|
Hey ho its the life!