Jam Session News: Madge, where have you been?

I saw Madge from Altona the other day – and am pleased to report that she is remarkably chipper, having taken to amusing herself by giving wildly creative answers to door knockers, phone pollsters and shady politicians, all of whom appear to remarkably keen to hear Madge’s opinion on a wide range of subjects, ask her a startling array of questions, and then leave none the wiser, assuming they didn’t really want to know about alternative uses for the Pigeon Fanciers Gazette.

And Hortense, you may well ask? She may have been at the Jam this Sunday, lurking somewhat hesitantly in the nether regions of the back bar, trying to screw up the courage to sing something. It has been an age since the heady days of the Strangled Ferret cabaret soirees, and if Hortense can get no further than the nether regions, it is either because it has been a long time since she screwed up the courage, or anything else for that matter: or force of habit, or both, who knows…

But I digress....