Bee Boy came round last night with a lovely cardboard box full of 78s. He’d grabbed a batch from his local charity shop and there were some real gems. Favourite was a brilliant tango by Xavier Cugat and second fave an Ethel Smith rendition of “Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps”.
We devoured the leftover Vatrouskis, some of Joan’s Salami Canapes (my folks liked these too) and large amounts of bread and cheese. Also 2 x Vodkatinis and several bottles of beer. It was a very convivial evening and he left on the stroke of midnight. Perfect.
