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Addendum.
It occurred to me that you all might like to know what was going through Susie-Ann’s head as she was performing “Ça plane pour moi” by Plastic Bertrand. No, it wasn’t a bullet, Kevy.
Firstly, if you aren’t familiar with “Ça plane pour moi” by Plastic Bertrand, you must Google it, unless of course you live in China or India, in which case you’re basically ostriched from the rest of the known World internet wise, unless you are a relative of Anandalakshmi Tamoshanta.
Next, just think how appropriate it is for tap-dancing. No Kevy, I said TAP dancing – get with the program.
OK – now you’ve revised the track in question, this is a non-telekinetic play back of Susie-Ann’s thoughts.
“Tap-tap-tap-side-together-tap-tap-tap-spin…
Hands under chin, tilt head, tilt head, pour relish in bottle…
Suck blow suck blow suck blow, change key, suck blow…
(at this point I would remind various people, not mentioning any names, to settle down – she’s 11.5 for Christ’s sake).
Oooo, OOOO, Oooo, Oooo, Ça plane pour [reminder to do tomato relish] moi”.
This is pretty much repeated until the mishap, at which point the Director is relieved in more ways than one (as he has a thing for tap-dancing harmonica playing pickle-bottling 11.5 year olds), just prior to the set collapse, following blackout and law suit.
Love and Hugs,
The Stoat XXX.
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