No rockabilly tonight. For one week only (probably) we are grooving to some music hall. Tomorrow Mrs Swiss is holding a party to celebrate her 40th birthday. She decided she didn't want to hire a room above a pub or the local rugby club and have me play records. Everyone else has done that. She's having an Edwardian tea party in the afternoon, with tea, cake and sandwiches, and period costume. Note, that's period costume not fancy dress. Mrs Swiss has hired a beautiful dress and hat. I am using the splendid chap in the photo as my model and am getting quite attached to the plus fours (hired), though not the golf club. Tedious game golf.
We've bought three cds of music hall which could get quite annoying over the course of the afternoon. In the evening we're going out for a few drinks in Sale. I'm still contemplating whether to keep the plus fours on.
Having cast my eye over the track listing to The Glory Of Music Hall cd, including songs such as She Was Poor But She Was Honest, It's the First Time I've Done That, The Biggest Aspidistra In The World, The Yodelling Goldfish, the Wives Of Commercial Travellers and Nobody Loves A Fairy When She's Forty I've gone for this George Jackley tune.
