More about Ukeleles, and the Song Club Show

As always, the Song Club children sang in tissue-whispers, whereas at the workshops they'd been bellowing like charging camels. Never mind- they were all as proud as punch, grinning away at the end, with the whole school looking on trying to put the frighteners on them, evils galore.
Later, I went with a friend to the Duke of Ukes to look at the Ukeleles. What a lovely little shop, tucked away just off Brick Lane. We nearly got sucked into a few Indian restaurants on the way but found it, with its window display of orange and pink fluorescent ukeleles with matching bags. There were some really beautiful instruments there including some vintage banjos, and a real mixed clientele- two business men buying serious uke-cases, and a guy with a Basement Jaxx t-shirt; "I used to have a ukelele but it broke'. It's a nice scruffy shop with very friendly staff in it. I am going to save up and get a nice ukelele in September, and write songs about autumn in a Hawaiian style.


Food Poem

It's time to chop onions and cry
My sadness will end when they fry

(attributed to H McC, 2007)