Desert and opera (Belle)

I went to see a tank graveyard in the desert, where all the parts looked like bits of Gene Hunt’s quattro. Then I attended a children’s Oliver directed by two fat dads who wrote Gilbert and Sullivanesque lyrics for themselves. Their wives wore leopardskin. The audience booed a nine year old Nancy.

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