Squirrel discusses the programme notes while waiting for the second part of Elgar's Dream Of Gerontius at the Royal Festival Hall. Don't ask me anything about it. I nodded off, just after he died.
By the end, the children said it was great. They are obviously Dig's children. He is posh. They are not my children. I am gutter. I went to see Soft Cell in the 1980s and vomited.
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