The power of spoken word

I went to an unplugged session last night - pretty standard performers - playing their guitars and singing songs to the floor in front of their feet. And above all, that with their backs to the performers, a group of the hyper garrulous. They had heard it all before I guess.

I made it my mission (the only non musician of the night) to shut them up and make them listen - I launched into my schtick and they shut up - it helped that I stood right next to them at appropriate moments - and the chief garrulee, a middle class woman turned to listen and shushed her compadres.

The moral (if there is one)? Be proud of your work, don't be afraid to confront the ignorant and take a tin of Strepsils with you 😃
6 days ago
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Weren't you brave!

And how do you identify a 'middle class woman'? I'm intrigued.

5 days ago
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She had the twang of someone from a posh part of town, she was middle class - or aspiring 😃
She spoke of Audis and the Pony Club :)
Not brave really - nobody has hit me yet 😃
4 days ago
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