was you who turned the plane,now keep still less the pilot gets lost!!'.So of course when ever the plane banked,i went with it,just to wind her up!We landed,
me laughing as she give me a clout for turning her into a nervous wreck.got to hotel,dumped our stuff and strait on the beer-very expensive but nice.
i enjoyed playing the bodhran,i accompanied a solo guitarist,and later, a ceillie band,i couldn't play for long due to my injured fingers,but the pain was worth it!got talking to a whistle player from michigan good ole' u s of a.nice bloke and very talented.Anyway,we got back to the hotel where there was an elvis impersonator,and his backing group-the dream girls.it was totally hysterical!Elvis looked like 5ft tonsured monk,and the girls were2 females[i think] and a bloke.show started,elvis put his foot on the front speaker,which then fell off the stage with a bang,then the back drop fell onto one of the girls,knocking her off her feet!Appologies all round and they started again.but it was too late,tracy had wet herself laughing,and had to go and change,my ribs[including the broken ones] were telling me NO MORE!!so tracy,walking strangely,and me doubled up,went to bed.thus ended day one.
ride safe and free,martyn.aberdare.
p.s.i wore my r.i.m.c. colours most of the holiday with no probs
