Hi, Roy.

RM> On (24 Jan 97) Frank Malcolm wrote to Bob Lawrence...

RM>  BL>   Yes. If it doesn't speak to you it's mute, and being mute it has
RM>  BL> nothing to say in *any* version. My best friend at Uni loved classical
RM>  BL> music and it was a complete mystery to me. I don't mean the stuff that
RM>  BL> everyone can whistle (Beethoven, Mozart, the good stuff)... I mean the
RM>  BL> fat German ladies singing totally meaningless songs with no trace of a
RM>  BL> tune; not even opera: the "songs" about spring and
flowers and pitiful
RM>  BL> young lovers, or Mahler... the crap you could write yourself if you
RM>  BL> had a month to waste following the brain surgery.

RM>  FM> The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la
RM>  FM> Have nothing to do with the case (tra la)...

RM>      I must tolerate a critic, tra la,
RM>      With a caricature of a face
RM>      With a caricature of a face

RM> Bin there, played Pooh-Bah.

Bin there, did the lighting. :-) The Geography teacher played Nanki-Poo
and so got to kiss the 6th form girl playing Yum-Yum (which she was).
:-)

Regards, fIM.

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