Good evening, Jungle, and thank you for that lilting, jazzy...

Good evening, Jungle, and thank you for that lilting, jazzy version of Blackbird. I shall remember the name Katie Noonan. Which segues rather awkwardly into my lack of remembering names of distant relations. By distant I mean people not in my immediate eyesight daily. Christmas throws at us people we should know. "You remember Cousin It, Larry," says mum introducing me as I tuck into my first prawn. (Quietly to me) "He has the um, hair problem." I say welcome to It. Then put on a disc that might clear the room.

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