Poor ol’ Engine Room has been taking the load all by himself for the last 2 weeks.
Ah well, c’est la vie and I am sure you have been royally amused – or have you? Some of it at first reading looks a little not amusing but …
The last visitors (has someone put Glynsky Towers on booking.com?) have now left and all around is chaos and clearing up.
Mind you (leaving recent world events out for the moment) all has not been that taxing and one of the recent ‘nights out’ with Mme. took us to the metropolis of Basingstoke (god knows why I should go all that way just to see (literally) old friends – only the unplumbed depths of my mind would know).
And to see – a ’60’s night!!! Bonkers.
It was all good fun though even though the average age of the audience was 93. Even better was seeing this ancient group of zimmer framed, wheelchair laden, saggy skinned and decidedly wrinkly crew leap, yes I mean leap, to their feet for
Brian Poole (appearing at last again after 30 years with me old mates the Trems) was very heart warming. A whole theatre of combined age to challenge Methuselah in action – phew.
The original for me was purchased from Cousin Tone
whilst bunking off school to visit him at HMV in Oxford Street and went like this
with their audience jumpin’ up as well.
Love it (and all of you)
Yours, diablog, welcoming myself back