Wilson's nervousness and agitation today reached a crescendo. Since just after breakfast he has been stalking round the house wearing his bow tie ('It's the only suitable attire for a music impresario' he told me) checking on the sTone Brothers, Antony, Tiny Toy and Polly-B every few minutes.
I was afraid he'd have worn himself (and his performers) out by the time they went to the club, but they're all there now.
The performers are in their dressing rooms (one room for the sTone Bros, another for the more nervous backing singers, with Polly-B keeping an eye on them) while W stands outside, looking very smart, waiting to greet his paying guests.
I have to say, he really does look the part!
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