A musical interlude

Yesterday I played the first of my scheduled Friday night slots. It was a resounding success, and the turnout was exceptional. Apart from the regulars, my friends from London were there, and so were the elderly East-Enders. I played and they sang continuously for two hours. I was asked to play after I'd finished, so I played just one song. A couple of patriotic songs were requested at least twice, on account of the wretched football. 'Hitler's only got one ball' was successful, and we had it about four times. Afterwards I had a couple of pints with friends. Lovely.