Recognition At Last !

Paul stood in a West London branch of Tesco’s attempting to deflect the ardent admiration of a bespectacled oddball who was quite convinced that he was a member of a famous rock band. ‘It is you isn’t it?’ he said, in a clipped South African accent, whilst reaching into his pocket for the ubiquitous mobile camera phone. ‘I know who you are!’, he continued. ‘Really’, replied Paul, rather kindly, as he stretched for a Canteloupe. ‘Yes. You’re with that band. Not ‘The Stones’. The other one. Wow! Yeah! Do you […]

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Stranded On The Strand Via The Old Kent Road.

    A wonderful party party for a wonderful lady has brought The Lola Boys’ over to England. After all we do need to work occasionally – Tina Turner wigs aren’t cheap – that’s just the act! It is always a pleasure to return to the old country. The home of Shakespeare, Churchill, Lord Nelson and, of course Katie Price! Nothing much seems to alter.  We still have the marvellously crowded public transport, the charming climate and, of course, the not so cheap fags – obviously I don’t mean the […]

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