Hold the Latte, Make mine a Mate
Happy Highlander phoned from
I did a little research & discovered it was a Jim Byrne & sent a text south. Another artist at the venue was also thrown into the mix to cause some confusion: a James Apollo was also listed.
Mrs B phoned & found out they were 1 & the same person a la Sir Vincent Lone?
My car was resting in the car hospital & in an attempt to save time I navigated my companeros through the rat runs west of
Even when we had parked the car, my Randy Newman memory lapses caused me to re-trace my steps from the last time at this venue & this caused further delays & yet more confusion.
In the finest manyanna trip, we got there, got seated, emptied bladders & settled down with Che Guevara’s favourite tipple.
Twa Gauchos supped Rancho Mates like they were born to do so.
James Apollo was as good as his reviewers had stated. I don’t know if it was the overindulgence in the beverage, but I kept hearing tangos & for the band to finish with an outstanding version of Current 93’s ‘All the Pretty Horses’ was all too much for me as I had been listening to it that a.m.
Vaya Con Dios, Hasta la
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