I deduce from your ominous silence that you have decided not to take me up on the offer of some of my clients for next year's festival. Wise choice; I've seen them - they're all shite. I got them as a job lot from that John Kelly bloke. Bastard. He's just been offering me another outfit, dubiously named Ali Gaytor and the Snappy Seven. Weird name for a five-piece. I won't be falling for it though. I didn't want to be an agent, you know; I wanted to be ....A LUMBERJACK....
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