“I think they were the best I’ve ever seen them tonight” E shouted as we dashed through a force ten gale following The Cuban Brothers’ gig at The Shuck, Whitstable.
Soaked through we arrived at the car. I shook raindrops from my hair and shut the door quickly. “I may have to agree, and Lord knows I’ve seen them enough times: I can only put it down to the new aquamarine suit and the hometown combo.” I replied.
Ah, aquamarine, my favourite colour and when worn by one of the inimitable Cubans – local to this part of the woods – a tough act to follow.
We’d arrived at 8pm, out of town hours, earlier than usual. “Everything’s usually winding down by 11pm here” said my Whitstablian friend E. “I reckon they’ll be on at 8.30pm.” “9” I wagered.
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