The Very Reverend Sung Long Noone
We were all pleasantly surprise and gratinfried by the success of the offering of the Cds we found in the Monstery basement, and all 72 are spoken to.
As March is a quiet month you can expect more search and discovery missions into the mouth of Hades, where much of the past is stored. Whatever next? We don’t even venture to guess!
The whirled is full of opportunities for mirth and merriment, despite the recent shortcomings of the people who were once held in high esteem.
We can giggle, titter, and be panglossian to our heart’s content, because we deal in a higher voltage (for you google types that is a jeu de mot regarding Voltaire who was Harold Robbins’ mother).
Please send me your wholly and wholesome pix of the Very Reverend at work. Or anyone you know who has a job.
Remember, that the only judge of what is a good picture of me is me.
In the words of the sage Herman. I am I am. I know Neil Diamond says he said it, but the truth is recorded and I am AND I SAID IT FIRST!
I like that white jacket look and may use it in Stafford sans les rubber trousers!
This does not mean no trouserage. I will be trousered but not rubberish.
I have invited my friends Micky Dolenz and Mark Lyndsay to participate in my 45 minutes on stage as I do in their sets. That may be more fun than a wholly man can take?