Uncle Glens’ Gossip Shop was in fine form last week – only Il Duce had re-arranged the set up, to keep the doorway clear. Apart from the singers voice emanating from speakers nowhere near the singer, and the band being cunningly arranged so that they couldn’t communicate, it was a bit of a debacle as furniture moving goes… although it didn’t stop around 20 musos (and Thomas the Tap) having a ball. We somehow ended up playing until 8.00pm. Almost breakfast time for some of us.
Hortense, if she was there, was in a different spot, and would have decided to turn up on a whim . Madge from Altona rarely does that these days, as every time she has done it in the past, the wheels have fallen off the whim. They just don’t make ’em like they used to.