Thursday, 3 August 2017

Wild horses

The proverbial ones, of course, who wouldn't be able to drag me to something I saw advertised yesterday. The Evergreen Club ('For Over 60's', as the poster paranthetically added). I don't actually qualify yet, anyway, but it's only just over two and a half years until I will. What I expect to be doing at 60, assuming I don't keel over in the interim, is gigging with K, not sitting in a church hall with the cemetery queue. If I'm ever found in such a place, I give my full permission for anyone to have me humanely destroyed!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

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