To Kenny Boy from PW.

[Paul Warburton]

Right on....
After all these years, I think I finally got you figured out.
I don't think you are capable of talking about anything BUT basses. I thought I had some Jones' in this life, but you are something else.
I can see you and the little woman at an intimate dinner together. You order the best wine in the house and propose a lovely toast: " My darling...here's to that French made Hawkes in the Panormo model that I'd never had in my hands until today.....the linings are wider. But, check this baby...it had French gears!!!!LOL!!!."
If I had been her, I would have thrown my glass of wine in your face, called a god damn cab, and given you the finger on my way out the door.
But that's just me.