I had the good fortune last week to be serenaded at midnight on my birthday by my mates Dent May and his band.
Unfortunately, my camera battery had died and our efforts to record the moment for posterity fell as flat as the damn battery.
However, for a little taster of my joy, you could do a lot worse than check out THIS VERY SPECIAL FOOTAGE of Dent and the boys serenading the lovers and beach bathers on the French Riviera.
By contrast, my serenade went down in Brixton. You can't have everything, I s'pose.
Thursday 13 August 2009
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