Adventures In Modern Cycling No. 8: Brighton.
I wasn't very complimentary about Worthing.
From a cycling point of view it was the worst section of the ride.
I remember passing the Worthing Rowing Club and hearing the sound of massed ukuleles hammering out a tune and thought to myself "must get my old ukulele out and give it a strum sometime".
The world turns, water flows under bridges, moons wax and wane.
I don't suppose I need to tell anyone that I am now a fanatical ukulele jamster and that Wukulele is my ukulele spiritual home.
All this is just to draw attention to the revamp of the Wukulele website which is now a thing of beauty:
I basically hijacked last Sunday's jam and selfishly used it as my 55th birthday party.