Monday, 26 April 2010

Trunchpole's True Stories no. 46

Here's a true story. At Stanley Pollitt's son's Bar Mitvah in 1966 I got so drunk I became convinced I was actually at Hal Riney's funeral. I proceeded to make a 40 minute eulogy to a bemused crowd before eventually being manhandled off the stage by a Klezmer musician.

The strangest thing about the whole episode is that as far as I'm aware, Stanley wasn't even Jewish.

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