Meanwhile, somewhere in Kansas, a young boy was growing up. Which did not, to any material degree, affect last week’s B Team Jam Session at all. (see Footnote)
As all those who fancied themselves indispensable to the entertainment of the great unwashed laboured up the highway to far-off Halls Gap, the rump presented themselves to the blistering judgements of the Gold Street Boudoir di Bossa . An afternoon of fine ballad mangling ensued. Obviously a quieter affair, with the likes of Mssrs Chaos, Haircut, the Divine Miss S and the Gentleman hisself all up the Gap.
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