Any concrete ladies? I feel that Cheltenham should have concrete ladies, like Milton Keynes has conrete cows.

I aplogise that the following post is not relevent to Cheltenham, but then very little is.

But this is *important*.

I think James Lark is...

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"PIANO MAN"

It's just the sort of thing that James would think was "funny" or "interesting". He's probably doing research for his next show. And the likeness is undeniable - I would recognize this condescending stare ANYWHERE.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/kent/4591415.stm

1. No, no concrete ladies. No real ladies, for that matter - Cheltenham, as a thespian friend of mine once put it, is "all fur coat and no knickers".

2. Andrew, the "piano man" apparently "stunned his carers with a four-hour concert-standard piano performance". Flattered though I am that you think I could be this chap, I doubt that somebody reciting the Michael Howard song for four hours would produce such a frantic worldwide quest.

Although, if you ask the vicar of the chapel in which he performed this stunning feat, he reckons he's more of a "talented amateur" and not virtuoso nor concert-standard. Most of the news networks seem to have conveniently forgotten this...