Chicken Tikka is probably the best answer.
That, or Detective stories - you know the sort - cheap gumshoes who live in cheap paperbacks. They’re usually pretty dog eared, and I don’t mean the paperback.
Oh, and I’d have to add something in about Travelodges. There’s probably a whole chapter about our favourite Travelodge and the wonderful Mrs. Fudgely.
So, that would be the answer.
But, I hear you cry, whatever was the question?
Be Welcome, Gentle Reader, and read on…
We have been very lucky recently - for a couple of years in fact. Lots of people have decided that they like the idea of the Fool’s Gold live show and have booked us to play for them.
And we are very happy that they do.
So we travel the highways, byways, motorways and snarl-ups of this great land, burning up the blacktop to visit exotic lands, like Essex and Hertfordshire and Cheshire. (1)
And when we get there, we play our show, and heaven’s be praised, it usually goes well. People sing, smile and buy books. Then a very nice person gives us and envelope, which lets us do it again, somewhere else.
Then it happens.
A cup of tea is generally the catalyst; small talk, chit-chat, post-gig socialising and somebody inevitably asks:
“What's it like being on the road so much?”
Well, now you know. (2)
And so as St Peter spots the musician of destiny on the ‘up’ escalator towards the pearly gates and hastily fumbles for the reverse switch of fate, I notice it is the end of this edition of the FG blog.
Until next time, Acoustic Chums;
Keep Strummin’ (3)
(1) Other Counties are available.
(2) …and you know not to ask a question - just in case you end up in a blog!
(3) …unless you would rather plonk, parp, thump or even- Saint’s be Praised - tinkle. It’s all the same to us!