Ah Gerry Humphries and the Loved Ones. Thanks for letting us know Freda. I remember him in Melbourne, Victoria. Dark and brooding, curling around the mike stand. Drunk and surly but great singer - and a very quiet shy person in a funny sort of way. I guess his ghost will always be walking the streets of Melbourne in his stovepipe black pants, ratty black hair, gypsy face, on cold frosty nights. He never was a summer person. May he rest in peace.

goddbye to a little bit of the past
hilda