My name is Wench. My parents decided to go to sea one day when I was just a baby. We got caught in a storm and our boat was wrecked. My parents put me in a vinyl guitar case and poked holes in the top so I could get air. I floated to a sea-side bar where a barkeeper’s wife found me. They could have no children of their own so they kept me. They could not decide on a name so since the barkeep kept calling me “The Wench”, it stuck as my true name.

I learned to play guitar and sing for entertainment for the bar. Two blokes came into the bar one night and said “We like your sound. Will you join our band?” So here I am.

Wench thinks she is the leader of the band.