Author: |Posted: 3:16 pm on 20/02/09
Category: Snowblog
… 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.
It …