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Jack The Bodiless wonders if anyone fancies an impromptu drink THIS VERY AFTERNOON in the Jorene Celeste, from around 2.30/3pm. He muses, lost in uffish thought. Jack has to go and meet another friend at around sevenish, but Hey! He's pretty sure he's arranged to meet the SuperFlyboy and the marvellous Lilith Myth so far at that very venue. And he's not being coy about his wishes, because the meek don't inherit shit - he's crossing his fingers and hoping that Zocher and his elephant man fancy a pint or two... |
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