Meanwhile, back at the ranch

It must have been you…

Well, I wouldn’t know what was going on, but you have to start somewhere, apparently.

And finish up at the Gold Street Gossip Shop Municipal Tearooms for a Sunday Arvo jazz picnic.

Which was, as picnics should be was a lavish spread: delightful concoctions from singers Kay, Chelly, Melinda and the mercurial Angie/Eadie – ain’t she all growed up.. Savoury treats from Captain Chaos and his cohort of saxmen, all laid out on a blanket of rhythm from Ben (g) Stan then Adam (b) and Gentleman John and Bob on (p).

Miss Smiff, divine as ever, turned up late and complained she couldn’t hear the piano. She normally complains that she can hear the piano so this was a pleasant change..

And a fine audience to boot, comprising as ever the thirsty , the tone deaf, the lightly medicated and the curious. And the very curious, but they are usually in the other bar. If any audience member reads this, and considers they are not covered by the above description, I can report that there was one good looking, young, charismatic and talented audience member. It must have been you…

TW