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21 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Last night my dreams included twisted memories of drinking cocktails in the Cafe de Paris, teasing images dance before my eyes! Taunting me with shrill laughter, the clink of glasses and the strangled strains of Ambrose and his orchestra. The cacophony claws at my very soul.

To quote the bard “Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?” Y’Gads man, pull yourself together! C.F.

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