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I was in Cromer this morning, a very pleasant and distinctly old-fashioned seaside resort on the North Norfolk coast. It was warm, and still, and belts of fog were rolling in off the sea, making all outlines hazy, and everything rather unreal. The Pier, especially, was a walkway out into nothing, from the end of which the town, the county and the land itself had seemingly ceased to exist.

In this strange state, I looked at the upcoming attractioons at the Pavilion Theatre (Cromer is so old-fashioned, it still has a true nd-of-the-Pier Show). The next thing up was:

"Class of 64 - Legends of the Sixites".

The typo, for once, is theirs, not mine.

The concept of the "Sixites", and what dark secrets might lurk withing their Legends, centring around the dread number 64, struck me as rather Lovecraftian, especially in the setting of a fogbound seaside town, and the endless main...

There is more to explain of where I've been today, but it will have to wait for the moment.

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Also from Cromer:

Another act on at the Pavilion is Lee Lard. He is a Peter Kay tribute act.

There is something about a stand-up comedy tribute act that breaks my head. I can't explain why - in theory, a stand-up comic's stage existence should be nmo more or less unique than that of a rock band, so why should a comedy tribute act be any stranger than a rock one? And yet, and yet... I guess there's some promise of spontaneity in what a comic does - that it could be riffed off the audience, rewritten for current events, carried by the moment - that doesn't exist in quite the same way in music, most of the time.

No, I can't explain it, as you see. I just find the idea deeply strange...