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John T
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15/05/2008
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We quickly learnt that it is best to take a tent on tour, since when we slept over at a club organisers place, they had to get up early for work, and that meant we had to too. A few days of that and nerves get worn down, so we mostly camped between February and November.
Cornwall was different however, since we had met the club organises from an earlier tour in Devon and knew neither of them worked, and we did like them a lot. So, when the first Cornish tour came up (which they organised for us) we were pleased to stay with them.
Even in this story are others, but they can wait.
It was Winter, and bitterly cold, but at the end of every gig he took us back to his local pub in a 'smugglers cove' for a lock in and a few more beers. On the days we weren't playng, we spent dinner times with him there too.
Of course, the first time there I put my hand in my pocket, but he insisted he pay.
Then when the next round was due I put my hand in again, but he again insisted that he pay.
And so it went on.
The whole tour we never bought a drink, and I promise, you quickly learn not to offer, but simply hand your glass to the landlord for a fill up.
I had no idea as to how the finances worked. Three people drinking consistently over a fortnight added up to a lot of money, and don't forget neither he nor his wife were working. But then, after a couple of pints you forget to worry any more don't you?
Each evening and lunchtime we'd go rolling home & sleep it off. It was drunkards dream life, and in such good company too! He had so many Cornish stories to tell that he kept us amused for hours.
Then one tour we did in the Summer, I fully expected more of the same, but it was different. He bought the first round, but as soon as a tourist popped through the door, he turned and spoke to them; and there were lots of tourists! Almost instantly his broad Cornish accent, lively eyes and fascinating tales had them hooked, and of course they bought him a pint! And the landlord chalked it up!
He chatted to them till another tourist walked through the door, then turned his attentions to the newcomer.
So then I knew. In the space of the Summer season, he would chalk up enough drinks to last him and his friends through the Winter.
That's smuggling perfected to an art form I think.
John T.
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First Cornish Tour
