Matinee
In Which the sun goes down, in the great green field, and, er, wait a minute, no it doesn’t.
Category: theeyater
The Only Thing I Remember about the Third Performance
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In Which Your Humble Blogger mak—look, just shut the fucking thing off, OK?
Reviews
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In Which Your Humble Blogger really only wants to know if his mother likes it.
brush-up
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In Which Your Humble Blogger brushes up his Shaw.
Notes on some recordings of popular music from the Higgins Archive
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is a dustman, and wears a dustman’s hat.
I been shakespeared, light biered, Phil Davis wontcha please come home?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is Shakespeared into submission.
Cutting
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In Which Your Humble Blogger makes it through the weekend.
Open
In Which YHB gets in front of an audience at last.
A long post, heh heh, long, he said long
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In Which Your Humble Blogger makes assertions with maximum verbosity.
On Your Mark…
In Which Your Humble Blogger bides his time.