The Beatin’Hearts at Ye Olde Monken Holt Saturday 4th January 2014
Horses and carts were tethered on the Common as a milling throng flocked past the “Village Pound” and Ducking Stool to hear a band of minstrels pluck their instruments at Ye Olde Monken Holt.
Copious quantities of Mead and other fiery substances were swigged as the band played for the amusement of both the rich and poor people of Chipping Barnet.
Painted ladies were seen coercing respectable members of society to “loosen up” and participate in the odd Tarantella.
The Minstrels used revolutionary amplified instruments powered by “elec-trickery” to make themselves heard above the many villagers, who joined in raucous choruses of bawdy ballad’s.
The local innkeeper was so delighted that so many people had drunk his alehouse “dry” that he immediately re-booked the Minstrels, who staggered off into the night.
What they said:
“ Verily I say unto thee, goeth forth and see this band of strolling entertainers”