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Very Small Amoebas

Detouring via Union Street, I come across The Triple Door and see to my incredulity that none other than the debris of The Incredible String Band is playing *next* Tuesday, Oct 13, as ever is.

I buy a ticket from a lad who doesn't have much difficulty finding me one, then scurry home and wrench Minnie Driver from the playlist to fling on The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter.

Do we all look so ancient and washed out?