Paphos Life

I was walking past the pub the other night and I heard a brilliant rendition of Sweet Home Alabama being played by a chap on guitar. I went in and recognised the musician as our local magistrate. I told him I thought he was a wonderful player and could I get him to play at my party the next week. He said he’d love to but that he was fed up playing other people’s songs all the time and rarely got a chance to play his own material. I said no problem, I’m sure you’ll be great.
As luck would have it his own stuff was terrible and the night was ruined.
Anyway, I’ve learnt my lesson and now know I should never book a judge by his cover.

Boom! Boom!