Miss Hortense is not amused, and neither is her pussy

Wild times on Sunday at a packed Lizard Lounge and Lunatic Soup Kitchen, aka The Leinster Arms. Hortense may have been hovering in the nether regions, as she is wont to do, complaining sotto voce that there wasn’t enough room to swing a cat. Actually, neither Hortense nor her pussy have been swinging much of late, ever since that unfortunate incident when Rotten Ronnie Junior got into a fight and suffered a nasty blow in the Ballarat region.

But I digress. Back at the Gold Street Gossip Saloon, another eight saxophonists turned up, making for a right old shemozzle of an afternoon’s entertainment. Taariq (bass) was as happy as a pig in the proverbial, what with getting to play for about three hours without a break, Rod Murray, Gentlemen John Curtis, Bob and meself got away with having the piano turned up, Louis, Glen and Andrew contributed percussively, whilst Fred continued to hammer his bongos/congas into the ground. Anne H and Lisbeth did the vocals, Natalie fluted, Jack the T threw in a slush pump medley, and the aforementioned Captain, Keef, Aaron, Tim, Peter, Nick, Ali and Louis did their reeds thing (Louis and Keef sensibly switched to clarinet), all in front of a mildly bemused audience, not all of whom had their 76th birthday, although Di couldn’t resist the temptation.

As ever, the music making moved to another level as Al Papa Jazz strode purposefully to his chair in the corner. Sadly, he didn’t stay there, and we were treated to yet another demonstration of his drumming ability, which, as avid readers would know, remains in a class of its own. Not once did Al lose the beat…

…having craftily elected not to find it in the first place.

Genius! TW