Pop Shield

Clarice has invited an African dance band to play.  She likes the sound of them.  They are billed as touting ‘the most exciting rhythm section in Africa’. Problem is, they have opted to leave their drums at the South Bank and have brought a Korg keyboard and a bass guitar along instead.

“Where’s the rhythm section?” whispers Clarice.

“Right there!”, I say, pointing to the bassist. “Oh, and they click their fingers!” I add.

Independently, the group leader has also concluded something is lacking and asks whether we have a proverbial house horse. I quickly magic up two drumsticks, a wood block and a percussive shaky egg. I pass on news of all these exciting developments to Clarice.

“Ooh, you are funny”, she says.