At least let me sing "Leap Up And Down With Your Knickers In The Air" before relieving me of my musical appendage.

I've got a bloke asking if they can supply the security detail for the gig. They managed to get the Labour conference by feeding backhanders to Corbyn's principled mates so I might be able to afford a raffle ticket after all.

Good job the beer is free. (I pity your slate when you get back from Van Diemens Land Mr Rookery. I'll have to make myself scarce for a while.)