Bless my soul and hope to mutate.
It has been brought to my avid and rapt attention that the bars securing my latest compositional efforts have been tampered with. There is, apparently, no cause for alarm. So; on then, with the...
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Over-enthusiastic oiling of my ophicliede has rendered it useless for the making of hats (cloche or otherwise), and so I must return to my musical roots. Free-range organic Jazz is the music of the...
View ArticleThe Old Alma Mater
I am ashamed to say that my old school is still standing. Would all Alumni and Worshipful Brethren please pay their respects. There will be a leaving party in May for Mrs. fforbes-Watson (a great...
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ettuspadixAlas, my antimony calcifies not. Perhaps polarised light would be better.
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The inaugural inauguration will take place in Big School after some other inaugurations that need sweeping up afterwards. Amen.
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