Only seems like yesterday when I was moistening the seats of the Victoria Palace, whilst the legend that is Bonnie Langford, barnstormed her way through Sweet Charity.
Turns out it was 18 years ago. Something that makes no sense, but does explain the crick in my neck, every morning.
Ah, well. The late Mrs H put paid to thoughts of marrying Ms Langford, and now I don’t think I could handle the pace.
Here’s one of those electronic bookazine things. [sighs]
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