Look, you haven’t completely escaped accounts of throat-singing yet.
If you’ve been following carefully you’ll know I’m off to see Yat-kha again tomorrow night. This time it’s a ‘proper’ gig in a ‘proper’ venue. I have the day off as well, so I’m going to be bouncing by the time I get there.
It’s like waiting for Santa to come round on his tractor.*
* Growing up on the edge of the marshes, as I did, you don’t see these things as odd, or even particular. The week before Christmas, one of the local farms would rig up a trailer to the back of a tractor and take it round the town with a Santa on the back distributing sweets to the kids. All significant events where I grew up involve people carted around town by tractor, including the carnival queens and carol singers.