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| When I was but a lad, at Edinburgh Uni, the fashionable thing for a while was to go down to Portobello Beach on the 41 bus and join in with the locals as they cheered a very plump and deadly serious man on his melodion playing Ghost Riders in the Sky in a beach hutr for a meagre fee, (and other local favourites - Portobello being an offshoot of Nashville, Tennessee) to a rapturous audience of locals, otherwise not exposed to the artistic highlights of that great ciity. I still get a chill when I hear that choon, anchored in my memory now to halcyon and probably very supercilious student days. |
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