QUOTE(The Old Lady @ Jul 21 2009, 04:45 PM)

This is not fair - here is what really happened.
We arrived and were shown down to the big room underground, that reaches out under the pavement with glass window things in the ceiling. I was brought 6 flutes, all notionally within my budget, and we set about trying them out. After I had played on and off for something like an hour and a quarter, Barry suggested I stopped and took a rest, which sounded like a good idea.
In the room is a very nice piano, so I suggested to Barry that I would play for him while he practised his singing. So we did several nice quiet numbers, and I must say that Barry sings really nicely. Somehow we got onto the subject of singing at Anglesey, and I jokingly suggested that he might sing 100 Green Bottles like he did in the back of Petrat's Land Rover. We had only got down to about 83 bottles still hanging on the wall when the door opened and two very attractive young ladies came in to see what we were doing. They were trying flutes out in another room, but very soon they were joining in with our Green Bottles song and standing very decorously by the piano. Soon several other customers had come to see what we were all doing and laughed when they realised, but stayed to help us get the number of bottles down to None.
We were up to about 9 or 10 people when one of them, a handsome Australian chap by the name of Shane, said that he had just come in from shopping and had some cans of beer in his shopping bag!

. So these were opened and passed around and before long we had a real old-fashioned cockney knees-up in full swing!

. By this time we had finished all the green bottles, and I was playing a selection of popular songs and everyone was singing at the tops of their voices. We sang "Daisy, Daisy" in honour of DaisyChain, then "My Old Man Said Follow the Van" in honour of The Old Lady, and also Hoagy Carmichael's "Skylark" (not difficult that one, is it?

.) Unfortunately for us, two policemen happened to pass by on the pavement upstairs and heard what they later described as "a bit of a shindig" and came in to ask the manager what was going on. He, poor chap, said that he knew some of his customers were having a bit of a sing-song, but he didn't like to interrupt because he knew that one of them was a millionaire and about to buy three of his most expensive flutes (one for use, one as spare, and one away for service). The policemen said that it had to stop as by now there was a crowd forming in the street and they were joining in and dancing to our music, so they came down the stairs to sort us out. To say that they were put out is a bit of an understatement

. One of them turned to the manager and said that not only did he not have a licence for singing and dancing, but he was guilty of allowing alcoholic beverages to be consumed on the premises and it had to stop immediately.
So reluctantly all the customers returned to their rehearsal rooms and Barry and I finished our selection of flutes. Except that we actually got it down to just the one flute. Now, I don't know if it was the beer or not, but I came up with this brilliant idea. I said to Barry that if he went upstairs and chattered excitedly to the manager and told him that I had been unable to find the right one today, I would pack it in my briefcase and nonchalantly stroll out of the door with it! Well it seemed to be working, because nobody stopped me from leaving. But as I passed the window, I looked inside to see if Barry was following me.....I think the manager must have been some kind of wrestler because he had Barry in a kind of arm and headlock that made Barry's head turn in a different direction from his body, and it looked a bit painful. The manager was shouting something at me, but although I didn't catch all the words, I got the message that if I didn't go back in and return whatever was in my briefcase, he would hold Barry captive until I did.
For a split second, I toyed with the idea of legging it down Warren Street towards King's Cross where I would disappear into the crowds. Well anybody would, wouldn't they? The shop did not have my name and address, and Barry didn't either. It also seemed like a good idea, because Saturday Babybird2 would be going to the shop and Barry would already be there, without having to spend money on more train tickets. But then I though Naah, it's not fair on poor Barry - he hasn't had any lunch yet, and from the look on the face of the manager he wasn't likely to get any there. So I sighed and reluctantly went back in whereupon I was told to open my briefcase immediately.
I did this and guess what? The flute in the briefcase was my own old one

Laugh?? I nearly bought my own beer

. I had been using my own as a comparison and somehow between us Barry and I had managed to identify it as the best one for me

. Still, all's well that ends well.
Though Barry probably has a bit of a stiff neck this morning.