Post by Les on Dec 10, 2017 3:15:04 GMT
Most of you TOGS will remember in the sixties a world famous American folk singer called Pete Seeger; Pete probably was the originator of the anti-American everything (he was followed everywhere by the yanks because they thought that he was a commie). I am sure you will remember his songs like “If you miss me at the back of the bus” this particular song was for the black rights movement in the USA.
Well to change tack slightly, not so many people knew that Pete had a sister called Peggy Seeger. Peggy regularly toured England with her unique style of folk singing and on many occasions she appeared in Maidstone.
The plot thickens, just off Sandling Road (and I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the pub) was a venue for one of the many folk music clubs in Maidstone. I, as many others used to be regular visitors and on occasions performed here but on this particular occasion Peggy was well away singing anti-American songs when one bright spark decided that he had had enough of this, walked straight up to Peggy and tipped a full pint of beer down her.
Shortly followed by the throwing of chairs and people scrambling to avoid the odd glass or punch. Being a bit of lad, I was in there with the rest of them but only to pull out friends. There was a well-known and quite famous Maidstone doctor that I pulled out at the time,he was duly thankful. On reflection, he promised me a pint but I can’t remember him buying it. Must give him a ring sometime
Well to change tack slightly, not so many people knew that Pete had a sister called Peggy Seeger. Peggy regularly toured England with her unique style of folk singing and on many occasions she appeared in Maidstone.
The plot thickens, just off Sandling Road (and I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the pub) was a venue for one of the many folk music clubs in Maidstone. I, as many others used to be regular visitors and on occasions performed here but on this particular occasion Peggy was well away singing anti-American songs when one bright spark decided that he had had enough of this, walked straight up to Peggy and tipped a full pint of beer down her.
Shortly followed by the throwing of chairs and people scrambling to avoid the odd glass or punch. Being a bit of lad, I was in there with the rest of them but only to pull out friends. There was a well-known and quite famous Maidstone doctor that I pulled out at the time,he was duly thankful. On reflection, he promised me a pint but I can’t remember him buying it. Must give him a ring sometime