To Cleo's thrilled delight, Saturday night brought Banjo Man, Jazzer and the two dogs. Their pup, Arlo, is just a couple of weeks older than Cleo and they spent ages play-fighting. Fun for them and fun to watch too.
After an excellent meal cooked by Jazzer, we settled down to watch music videos on YouTube. Marty was raving about an Irish band he'd been listening to.
You'll love them Nelly. Just your kind of thing. Young band. From Dundalk. Where's the remote?
He starts shouting at our giant television.
Play the Merry Wobblers!
Merry Christmas featuring Elton John and Ed Sheeran came on.
No! Play the Merry Wobblers!
Jah Wobble came on.
I said,
The TV doesn't understand your Belfast accent. Try speaking like Bert.
But Marty was too distraught. He tried again.
Play! The Merry Wobblers. An Irish band. From Dundalk.
An item about Dundalk FC came on.
I left the room and googled Irish Band From Dundalk. Came back, said to Marty,
They're called the Mary Wallopers.
Banjo Man was right. I did love them. Even though some of them had mullets and Dave Hill fringes and Lemmy moustaches.
Next day I checked their tour dates and they're playing Belfast in December. I'm not going. The last gig I went to was Django Django in Derry and I got mistaken for the singer's aunt. If I was to go to the Merry Wallopers I'm sure to be took for their granny.
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