Tuesday 24 November 2009

Are these children yours?


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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