I've just heard that The World is due to end at midnight tonight - bloody short notice don't you think?
I've got to act fast and play all my favourite discs and read all my books and drink those cans in the fridge. Sorry Duke but Newport '56 is out - your Mr Gonsalves just went on too long. I've started with Cannonball and the Poll-Winners, poured a can of Abbot and opened Vic Ash's autobiog. The Atomic Mr Basie next - Li'l Darlin's too slow I'll play it at 45 rpm and open a bottle of Bud. I'll read W.R. Burnett's The Asphalt Jungle with one hand and Chandler's The Big Sleep with the other to the accompaniment of Sonny Criss and a glass of Chardonnay.
You've got the idea - I'm working through the alphabet.
Daryl Sherman singing Johnny Mercer - what a way to go! Listening to Daryl singing Mercer's words is enough so I'll pass on Charlie Dickins and have a Dubonnet.
Harry Edison at The Haig - always loved that 10" LP - times running out I'll have to move up to 78 rpm, drink shorts and read concise versions of War and Peace and Encyclopedia Brittanica.
There's a knock at the door - is it the Grim Reaper himself calling to deal with me personally?
No, it's my next door but two neighbour who assures me the World isn't going to end for at least another week. Well this guy knows everything so maybe I will get to The Jazz Café and The Bridge tomorrow night as well as Marianne Faithfull at The Sage on Monday - you win some you lose some!
Lance.
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