Welcome to 11 Acorn Lane. Step right in. The door is always open.

We've got a big lounge. Music is always in the air. Musicians are hanging out and instruments are everywhere waiting to be played.

Don't be surprised to hear a mysterious alto flute chatting with an openly analogue synth, or a helplessly romantic bandoneon trying to flirt with an arrogant brass section.

At our spacious bar we've had many a misunderstood bass clarinet yak to a corny cornet drinking next to it.

We've also become somewhat of a shelter for muted trombones and even our sexy saxes are respectful of their brassy brethrens' condition.

Funky beats are mingling and you'll hear talk in different languages about unusual topics by cats from many corners of the world.

One of our regulars is kind of obsessed with telephone sex and he's so charming about it that everybody wants to hear his story.

We've got a cute but nosy fellow we call The Sneak and a guy so cool he walks down the street and the weirdest things happen to him.

Some people dance under the rainbow others paint coconuts. And they all wiggle their hips and tip their toes to their own groovy groove.

So open your ears and open your mind. Step right in and enjoy the hang at 11 Acorn Lane.

Your hosts,
Neal Pawley and Thomas Foyer