Tuesday, March 2, 2010

A Word From The Management

Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Memory, All Alone in the Moonlight”, sung by a human at the highest possible volume in a public restaurant while affecting the nervous tremolo of an even-toed ungulate of the order Artiodactyla is at best a bizarre event to witness.
But when such exceptionally weird goat-singing behaviour draws admirers it becomes even more perplexing, to the point of utter befuddlement. When the admirers are attractive women, and when one of those women is The Management’s wife, the bewilderment reaches a new and heretofore unknown zenith.

There shall be, henceforth, a strict moratorium upon any kind of ‘goat singing’ while The Management’s wife is present in the vicinity of any member of Quinzy, no matter how much Andrew Lloyd Webber songs benefit from the vocal interpretations of a ruminant.

The Management