Wilton Castle

As a reward for a milestone safety record, the Perspex workforce was invited to Wilton Castle for a swanky dinner, with free transport and free drinks all night. I managed to wangle tickets for Malla and the two Gordons.

Wilton Castle

The dinner was held in the Great Hall, with a classical string quartet and singer for entertainment. The clientele certainly did not match the entertainment and the classy surroundings. After quite a few drinks, the four of us took over the stage.

“What would you like to sing sir,” enquired the lead player.

“My Old Man’s a Dustman,” said Malla as he swayed from side to side.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t know that one,” he replied with a concerned look on his face.

We sang anyway, in true skiffle1 style.

Lonnie Donegan – ‘My Old Man’s a Dustman’  1959
Oh, my old man’s a dustman
He wears a dustman’s hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat

He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots
He’s got such a job to pull them up
That he calls ’em daisy roots

The next day, still the worse for wear, I was called to the Chief Engineer’s office. “I’m in for it now,” I thought.

“Well Jones, your party was the Wilton Castle’s noisiest table last night,” he said. “But unlike the rest of the drunken yobbos, your group were also the most considerate during the entertainment, well done. Pass on my appreciation to your mates.”

I was very relieved as I left the office.

Lonnie Donegan – ‘Putting On The Style’  1959
That’s what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

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  1. A kind of folk music popular in the 1950s, played by a small group and often incorporating improvised instruments such as washboards.