‘Every vibration that ever moved through this place is still resonating,’ Karl told me. I was in awe of him then. We stood in Monty’s which had been the Marquee. Sometimes we even had a pint if we had busked in the tube along the way, but they were so strict about it now. You had to have a license and all. They moved us along quick like. Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN… 4… I’ve Told Ev’ry Little Star by Graham Wynd →