Learning to love the ukulele

… bad enough.”

“Try it,” my friend said, “you won’t be disappointed.”

So I did. Say ukulele to me before and I’d have said George Formby and smoky old pubs browned with nicotine. Not any more I won’t.

Sure enough there were six of them – large men and a woman, armed with tiny ukuleles, a guy with an electric base and another with a guitar.

And that was the line up at the Cecil Sharpe House in north London last night for the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.

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