Last weekend we had the pleasure of a trip to the Yorkshire Dales for a proverbial piss-up in a brewery.
My son Tom and his fellow Keighlian Stuart Burns were playing at the Wensleydale Brewery Bash as part of the band Shatner’s Bassoon, an amalgam of two groups: Groovy Revolution and Gold Jacks, who provided Bash-goers with a stonking selection of covers.
The less than serious band name came from a fictitious part of the brain unwitting interviewees were tricked into referencing in Chris Morris’s Brass Eye television programme.
