That bit at the end when the Jets pick up the body of Tony and two Sharks come forward to help, what? Brought a tear to my eye as it does every time I see it. Wasted on the youth.

Played a good gig in my big band at Brockwell Park this afternoon and met up with Heather who came to see. Heather (MBE this year) is a highly respected voluntary sector project manager and is still struggling finding a satisfactory relationship. Things may change but then again they may not.
Im off to France next week with my lovely boy and his equally lovely mother for a week, that will be interesting. Unlike today's blog.
So here's today's joke
I phoned the council and said I want a skip outside my house. He said I'm not stopping you.
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