Emergency Universal Jam Session Review

This was originally written in Wiltshire, UK, in January 2019, edited by Rob McCue in Portugal, and posted without anyone spotting the difference

The Missing Jam session review and the Madge Memoirs It is with some concern that I realise that the newsletter won't write itself. And silence from the erstwhile reliable Captain Chaos, saxophonic superstar or burnt out supernova or something in between.

Captain C has not therefore supplied any guidance as to the goings on or off at the Palais De Plonk. In his absence, Madge, as it turned out, had offered to supply a suitable memoire in lieu. But ran out of paper and didn't own a pen. Miss Hortense, as is often the case, was of no help either. If one or two of those upstanding denizens of West Altona don't get crumpet for tea or sailors for supper there may be hell to pay.

Perhaps the readers of this august organ, (and you both know who you are), may care to make up a suitable jam session review for yourselves. Or perhaps if we take snippets of the usual drivel from the past 650 or so newsletters and paste them randomly together, we may concoct an account only marginally less coherent than usual.

Whatever. I shall be at the next jam session, at 3.30pm on Sunday 21st May, arriving by police car. I look forward to seeing all six of the regulars/desperates there and hearing all your adventures.

Toodlepip!