Sunday, 15 April 2007

The return of the piano man

I am wanted. It's a fabulous feeling; once more unto the breach, once more I fill the Sheraton lobby in Belgravia with my music! Tomorrow, Wednesday and Friday I am required to entertain sweating hotel guests, likely to be insultingly casually dressed in socks and sandals and t-shirts with slogans, but I have ceased to care. Just to touch those keys again, to tinkle away a sunset over SW1, and to be paid for it. Such felicity.


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