His people spoke to our people,
contracts were exchanged,
and the gig was on.
no VIPs, most definitely not
the usual Messiah in a tux
then Oxford Street for some stocking fillers.
Wasn’t even the capital.
A few crusties round a fire in the sticks.
Glastonbury Unplugged wasn’t even in it.
You rehearse for months –
He cut the whole thing to two lines!
Orders, he said. From upstairs.
The light show we kept in.
Wasted on them, if you want the truth.
God, we were good. We’re nothing
if not pros.
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See you all in 2018.
With warmest wishes