|Sunday, 1 November 2015||INDEX|
|Saw Sweetchunks at the Barge, Gillingham, and felt deeply privileged. They are a sort of Bonzo Dog Do Dah band for the 21st century. Some compared them to the Mothers, and you could see where they were coming from. Completely insane (no-one should do that with their voices) but somehow friendlier and more house trained than the Bonzos. You know they won't set fire to the stage whatever they say!|
|It was a night which had started with a constant procession of kids knocking on the door. Trick or treat is big in Chatham, Medway. Dangerous, I thought, as most street activities in Chatham are!
No doubt their parents were hovering somewhere in the background, but it reminded me of when I was 11 or 12 years old and a scout. At the time they did Bob A Job, a thing which has long passed into history.
|Even then, we were encouraged to go out in pairs, but I'm not quite sure what a couple of 11-year-olds could do locked in with a monster! Fortunately, I never met any monsters though I do remember we had to work hard for our bob. I seem to recall a lot of shoe polishing, probably because when asked what sort of job we could do for a bob, that was the suggestion we made. Bloody hard work it was.
A bob is now 5p, what may soon be the smallest unit of currency if Britain follows Ireland in abolishing the 1 and 2 unit coin. And of course two people had to earn that bob! There was no minimum wage in those days.
|Posted by Jonathan Brind.|
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