A vampiric Michael prepares to cycle off and terrorise Cambridge...OR, Michael on the way to Formal Hall at Wolfson, having borrowed my gown (which I borrowed from my Dad, who borrowed it from someone at school, etc.)
Actually, I expect the gown is glad to get out of the wardrobe for a bit. It used to get to go along and hear lots of singing every week when I was in the Chapel Choir in Glasgow, but rarely sees the light of day in Cambridge. Occasionally I hear it fidgeting restlessly on its hanger and put it on while I learn the music for Cantus, just to calm it down a bit...well, no, not really.
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Bat out of hell?
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