Well, I decided that as my exotic life is at a near standstill....alright, I can't actually stand ....still....for long.....I would plunder my global archive for images of a stimulating and diverse nature, hopefully prompting me to think of something to say. Which I must say, is working terrifically well. So, without further ado......let me introduce someone who needs no, or very little introduction. Unless you don't know her of course. This is the very lovely Ms. Rockette Morton. She runs on beans. My picture captures her at my Farewell My Lovelies Party back in August, just as she finishes politely laughing off my suggestion that we, erm, go back to my place. She later insisted very sweetly that it was only because, and I quote, I didn't have one......
Yet another from the party, as Steve reacts appropriately upon hearing that, in an unprecedented move, for next years Fringe, Wendy is booking a World Famous jazz oriented band none of whose members are actually dead.....mind you, it's not til May......
And now to a band who are also very much alive.....thanks to Oedipus for playing their impromptu set at my party.....great set guys !! Oh ummm no, these are actually my grandkids Jayden and Cole.....but they were at the party and as you can see, they were pissed....
Now for a finale of finale-ness...... a closure on a closure.....and I do have closure on this particular closure. You can tell from my demeanour, can't you. It's obviously a good thing. I always said I wanted to travel, to get about a bit. And in 13 years running the shop I did.....about 40 feet, from sitting at the back to sitting at the front. Yes, I guess I had it back to front.
Also relieved in the picture (steady now) is the excellent Dave from Purr....my trusty Sunday man for many hundreds of years, or is it just that it seemed like it working Sundays in the shop???