A few months back I was driving down a random street looking for somewhere to buy cans and saw Brass Monkey stood on the roof of a house.
Not wanting to startle a man at such a height by honking the old car horn I continued about my business and doubled back down the same street on the way back.
This time he was on the ground floor so it felt safe to stick my head out the window.
One of us suggested going for a pint soon.
A day or two later were in small shed outside the Chesters having a beer where Brass Monkey sang a song he’d just written A Capella.
I offered my bassin’ fingers if he needed to record it.
A while later I was summoned to the studio to get funky with the Monkey.