Pub music

Friday night Felpham, we went for a drink in a pub in the village next to Bognor and found it was live music night. I didn't see the band; there was such a crush, but I'm sure they were grey-haired, like most of the people dancing. Sort of Mick Jagger age, and enjoying themselves enormously! From the Beatles to Robbie Williams, and all you could see were wiggling bottoms and waving arms.
Then on Sunday Mum took me for lunch in Isfield, to a pub called, for some reason the Laughing Fish. Lovely ploughman's lunches, and a folk society meeting. One of the rooms of the pub, people were taking turns to sing or play. Folk songs, sea shanties. Mostly middle-aged or elderly, ordinary-looking men and women stood up and sang many-versed songs, then sat down and another had a turn. The landlord told us they came there about once a year, and did other pubs in the meantime.