was a long cold dark night. We stood at the bus stop and turned up our collars
to the bleak Northern weather, and even though we had the correct change ready
in our gloves, and Cheb Christian even had a Yorkshire Rider bus pass, no bus
came. Oh how we shivered .... but wait ....what was that?.....was it a bus?
... no ... was it a train of camels carrying exotic spices from the orient?
..... or was it music? ....
it was the strains of Algeria, Minsk, Merthyr Tidfil. The music became our
inspiration as we played to banish the despair from our hearts and fill that
night with hope. Now we can play for you with the music of the bus stop. From
our hearts to your hearts to the beating hearts of lovers everywhere
legend in their own living rooms
Weddings, namings etc
Any other events considered any