A weekend off is a rare thing.
Bandsfolk check the diary before booking holidays, committing to visit elderly relatives or electing to have surgery. Pipey has arranged a few free weekends this year, it’s just a shame the weekend he is away isnae one of them, and as the name implies nothing is planned. The last weekend off had unsettled everyone and Dolomite Dave had entered the bandroom skieted through the door and slide tackled Brian. I think he managed to touch his left shoulder blade with his right foot. All the wee semi-quavers and gracenotes fell out of his pipe case and rolled about the floor til he gathered them up in embarrassment. Continue reading The Weekend Off