Over the Sea....Come and see us play live-alive-o

So the ship of fools sets sail once again. Low in the water, fat with cash, gold leaf sails unfurl over a diamond bow. Rubies like the setting sun, emeralds and sapphires like the green blue sea, drip from proud sailors ascending the silver twine rigging. Deckhands lounge on lakes of velvet their bejeweled boots propped on ancient treasures, crowns and crested helms resting lazily over truffle-oiled braids. Unused swords nestle in intricate scabbards strapped to heavy belts, thick with buckles and flowing with fine cloth scarves. And nowhere is there a life ring, for here such an object has no value. Sailors upon this ship, in their weighty livery, in their metal and jewels, plunge straight down, fast and deep, just as soon as they break the surface…

So come and see the Good Ship in all her finery, for who knows when there'll next be a man overboard?


Cashanova and The Rich Geezers xx