Fudge stripes? nope never heard of them Zurf. Pickled eggs and pig trotters (feet) are also consumed this side of the pond along with cockles (sourced locally) lava bread (seaweed)  cawl, and of course Welsh curry , then you will need reinforced seat belts as you may become rocket fueled...lol     

Hi Grah, hope you're well?

Why break them in half? When I get up I eat 2 bananas while I check my emails and Chordie. That done I get 2 mcvities chocolate digestives and a cheeselet and make a sandwich choc side in, milk obligatory! delish!     

really soulful Pete almost blues-y, suits your voice. I can almost see the sailors hoisting the mainsail while singing this song. Nice bit of a history lesson too, thanks for that. Hey-ho and up she rises or whatever that would be in the south sea languages?     

Pete, I was about half way down your poem with a mouthful of custard when I read that line, and I'm afraid I made a mess on my screen with yellow mattered custard conforming to the laws of gravity and pooling on my desk and (hopefully) plucking the strings of invention, here goes;

her eyes were somewhat cloudy
and just like the stars her teeth came out at night
her underwear was always ironed to perfection
and only rarely did they see her passions flight
she sat amongst her widowed friends
drinking slowly to make their pension last
but tonight emboldened by the artistes smile
the G&T kept sinking fast.
ambition quarreled with her pride
her cheeks were all aglow
this strangers smile and lustful glance
took her back to teenage years once more.
soon the show was over
the artist said "goodnight"
younger women crowded round
she knew she'd have a fight.
hair and claws and screams and slaps
her age and knowledge won the day
she looked around for her spoils of war
but the swine had run away.     

Morcomb and Wise had a joke that went something like; two old men on the beach one says "nice out ain't it?" The other replies "well put it away people are looking!"
Moral...I'd be worried if people laughed at my "funny" bits...lololol

Yea, got that out of my system. When I played gigs I used to love it when people danced or sang along, laughed when I cracked a joke or clapped when I finished a song...aaahhh the good old days!

Before anyone says it...I never got pelted with rotten fruit     

A great lesson for these Covid times Jim. There's been a lot of stuff on the news about relationships that can't withstand the pressures of close proximity 24/7.  It's also a life lesson for us retirees suddenly thrust together after 50 years of only seeing your loved one a few hours a day.
You capture it superbly as usual.     

Pete, you could catch a moment in your palm and make it interesting and significant. I only saw about 18 seconds of Brians recital and the ovation he received and I believe you would be honoured likewise if you took part in one of these gigs.
Congrats to you both, I'm proud to say I am your friend. I am you friend ...right?     

Nice one Ed, makes more sense than mine. I've never been afraid of the dark or the countryside. The scariest 10 minutes of my life was walking across a field of cows in the pitch black of night. I think I was more afraid of walking in a message left by a thoughtful Frisian!

Just listened to your recording ( neat guitar solo) really good. Thanks for sharing.

Shwmae Pete?

To be honest I never suffered with night terrors. I used to play in a band where the other guitarist, John, used to be a big fan of horror books, movies and songs as well as the Beatles...good old days! It began as a single line which I thought would be a arty nonsense poem.

I've uploaded the recording to SoundCloud and the link is to be found in MY BAND AND ME. I think?     

Welcome back to the 21st century!     

Brilliant, I can see why your kids could sing the chorus. Thanks for posting this tallented performer.