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I got
this set of St. George's snaps one hot Friday evening having done my
good deed of
the day and picked up a old friend named Dawn and her son Jasper from
Euston station
(somewhere along the way, we bumped into a lady friend with whom I've
spent some lovely
moments during the summer - if only you'd let me in, instead of sending
me mixed
messages - let go of those fears always holding you back....please!),
we wandered over
to the church when it was open mike night.
Here's the first few snaps I took
that
evening, of a diamond
(not in the bling-bling sense!) bod named Kevin who had a fine line in
cosmic,
metaphysical poetry. This pic has him in the background, as a geezer
sporting
tye-dye gave voice to the unique lyrics inside his head....
....and
then Kevin came to the
foreground and conquered below.
He must
have stared into the TARDIS's time vortex
(or perhaps I just had
delayed
exposure for good effect, more like)...
....back to normal (no need to regenerate!).
Following
on from 'Cosmic Kevin', the bod
known as Assi Rose (a.k.a. Kesha)
and I found we
had a Buddhafield
she heard me
laughing -
not too difficult to do,
if you've ever
Clarinet
bod showing inspired
improvisional skills.
A
lovely lady by the name of Ashera showed
off her prowess in sound harmonics below.
For a fullerexplanation of what I'm
on about, click her pic.
....before
Ms. Angel came and did her bit.
Believe it
or not, this was only the second time I'd ever seen
her
perform in public before.
