Phil tugged at his beard and grinned at Jim, who sat to his right cradling his Epiphone. “You know, I think I ought to stand up for this.”

“Stand up, stand up for Jebsus,” warbled Jim, “you do what’s right, Phil. Just make it good. INTRODUCING mister Phil McSnorty on the vocal banjo.”

“What’s a vocal banjo, Jim?” Greg – dark eyes and darker demeanour.

“It’s like a Jew’s Harp, only with very little harp and not much Jew.”

“Okay, are we rolling, Graham?”

Graham Jimson gave a thumbs up from the control booth.