More Swanage

A fine day, starting out with a walk up the beach to a cafe for the full English with the Saturday papers. And then on with the show - firstly to an open mic session of variable quality (from almost listenable to unlistenable) and then on to see this cracking band in the glamorous setting at the pool table end of some boozer. Seriously bloody good - The 3Buck Shirt. By now I was beginning to realise that the festival should be renamed the Swanage Hendrix and Fleetwood Mac Festival.
MrT, always one to share a yarn, told us how he saw Hendrix at Leicester on his first UK tour, and as well as playing the guitar above his head, and behind his back, he turned his back on the audience and played it with his member, MrT could only assume. Guitarists amongst you will know fine well that oor Jimi was only in fact, pulling off with his right hand.
So then it was onward, there was a meal, there were more bands, ending with the Mustangs who were actually a bit shit but the atmosphere was great. And then MrT and me were the only ones left. One for the road. Then he discovered he'd lost his bunnet. I couldn't even feel the top of my head to see if I was wearing it.