Andrew Ian Dodge tells a tale of a night at the pub.
As I sit here in this local bar with my buddie John I watch him eyeing up the piano in the corner with ill intent. He peers over his pint and Evening Standard itching to hop on the piano to play out a tune. The drinkers and smokers in this pub have no idea they are the subjects of a new song about their time here. They while away the time until chucking out time oblivious to their new found fame. While I feign reading I contemplate how the village will take our latest effort ‘Whisky & Westminster”. John rises…