Weapons of mass plunking

A week in politics is said to be ‘a long time’.

They should try sitting in a folk club while the uke turn is on.

Three minutes is quite a long time too.

Be welcome Gentle Reader, and read on…


We have been asked recently “do you have a following”? I’m not sure that the people who ask us this mean the slight hircine[1] bouquet that lingers as a result of the cheap aftershave I got for Christmas, I think they mean ‘do lots of people like your music?’

Actually what they really mean is ‘will you put bums on seats’ but we’ll get to that in a minute.


Normally, I’d smile wanly and demur – but I’d do it wanly. If FG get booked there are people who turn up especially to see us – and not just the Wrinkly Wroadies either – but in all fairness they could probably share a taxi home[2]; but it’s great to see them.

So, I could be busy demurring away, when a thought strikes me. A very nice Gentleman from the British Legion was the last to ask as he was interested in the Beat the Drum show, and he did mean bums on seats, but it fell me to thinking.

We don’t have a vast horde of fans who would queue outside the stadium for a day or two, then stampede to the front when the doors open, sometimes we have to go and get them out of the bar ourselves (here I am talking about the Wrinkly Wroadies), but our profile seems to be slowly developing.

The website attracts visitors; real ones too, people do seem to be checking the gigs page, we see a steady turnover of hits, not huge but growing, the YouTube channel is proving very useful as we contact clubs further afield, the new videos are doing nicely (especially as I reset the counters to zero) and the Soundcloud thing seems to do ok too. The biggest by far in terms numerical is the CD Baby distribution which is bringing in telephone numbers of listeners – and a few quid with it, which is very gratifying.

Best of all?

Well this; you daft reader you.

The blog gets more hits than the website, and we continue to meet people out and about who read it and like the photos.

So; what a long winded way of saying ‘Thank You’.


I am in a position to disclose that the term ‘weapon of mass destruction’ has been revised by the great and the good, and has been expanded to include an instrument capable of dealing injury and harm to clumps of folkies at any time.

I refer of course to the Ukelele[3].

There is a common misconception regarding the humble uke. The misconception runs along the lines that it is so small and only has four strings (little ones at that), therefore it must be easy to play.

Well, that’s half true – it is easy to play – badly.

I belong to that camp myself. We play uke quite a bit now, and I really enjoy playing it, but I am aware that a uke in the hands of a gifted player makes my humble plunking seem just that. However, we have been to a few places recently where we have been witnessed uke pattern bombing which renders an audience submissive and begging[4] for mercy. That must be why I’m getting interested again in my Strumstick. I’ve had it for a while and really like it. It has less strings than a uke and advertises itself as impossible to play wrongly.

I’ve tried and can happily report that is perfectly possible to play a Strumstick badly, but is is great fun. Now, must write a song with only three strings in it…


This week we have done a few care homes a few folk clubs and a couple of festivals and a summer fayre. But next week we are quite busy.

Midweek we have a gig a Loughton Folk Club and a Floor excursion at Havering FC which could lead to more – who knows. As well as Care Homes and Beat the Drum rehearsals, but maybe I’ll tell you about that next week.


Photos this week mostly courtesy of the Wrinkly Wroadies. And jiVAL too! Well done them! A quick shout of thanks to all those involved at Dormans on Saturday. Rain? What rain?

Feel free to comment below, by the way…

And so as the frantic folkie flaps between the bar and the encore, a fateful decision must be made. Happily the right conclusion is always reached and the last chorus can be enjoyed with a foaming pint in the fist, if not – you’ve still got the pint.

And with that folk wisdom, until next time Acoustic Chums,

Keep Strummin’



[1] ‘Goat like’. You’re welcome.

[2] We’ll know we’ve made it when they need a minibus.

[3] Pronounced ‘Arghhhhhhhhhh’

[4] Silently. Folkies are polite tha’knaas


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