This was a mid week booking on account of the Bride and Groom flew off to the Caribbean straight after the wedding and so the party was arranged for when they got back. (But why mid week?).

Still as previously mentioned in the rationale this was one of those high society do’s where the hosts are still living in the days of chivalry and the musicians are hidden from sight of the guests, only allowed out to perform when requested then put back in the box. We’ve all been there right, but there was quite a nice twist to this story at the end of the evening.

The food laid on for this event was a Carvery of Pork, Beef or Turkey served up by Chef’s decked out in all their regalia.

We were given a few sandwiches and a packet of crisps, with instructions that this had to be consumed in the kitchen and away from the Guests. Whilst in the kitchen tucking into this very generous sustenance, we noticed that there was one very large Pork joint still sitting on a serving platter. Obviously this was reinforcements in case the guests scoffed the first two.

We were also surrounded by huge blocks of Cheese and tins of dry Biscuits.

Well at the end of the gig the spare Pork joint and a substantial amount of Cheese and Biscuits were still sat there minding their own business. What a waste we thought, we might as well take them with us! One problem though! Apart from us, the Father of the bride was the only other person left in the building. He also knew that there was food left in the kitchen and he wasn’t about to share it with us. We packed up our gear as slowly as we possibly could in the hope he would get bored and go home but no, he stuck it out. That was it, our Pork and Cheese were lost forever or so we thought. As luck would have it, his car was blocking the exit from the back of this hall so we quickly came up with a cunning plan. This was our last chance. We decided that if Robin (the drummer whose turn it was to drive) went and asked this bloke to move his JAGUAR XJ6 it might just give myself (Steve) and Robbie (the bass player) time to run back round the back of the hall, into the kitchen and grab our spoils. The plan worked and that night our very tired 35cwt Transit went faster than we ever thought possible, fearing this bloke would surely be chasing us.

Luckily we never saw him again. The Pork went into Robin’s parents freezer and we carved it up a few days later.

It was sweet revenge for being treated like court jesters at some medieval banquet.

Steve