Total Lunar Eclipse of the Heart

Tony and I, dressed in our usual sartorial splendour, alighted in Brixton for the evening's entertainment. We saw a fine trio of players who are known under the moniker The Fratellis. This rather exotic sounding group made splendid ditties and finely crafted melodies and appropriated them to electrical instruments. The ambience of the Academy was, as usual, elegant. The company jovial, if rather scruffy looking and coarse of character.

Following the excitable atmosphere of the Academy, the honourable Mr Mitchell and myself sought refreshment for our arid thirst. We found a suitable hostelry on the Coldharbour Lane, known as the Prince Albert. At this adjunct, we turned our eyes skyward, ever careful not to tilt our glasses, to look at the fair moon. She was the colour of a fair maid's lips. A deep and rosy red. Increasingly darkening like the wing of a rook, until eclipsing completely.

We stood, gentleman and paupers alike, humbled at the spectacle before us. There, our majestic sun, veiled by distant lands, held its shadow clasped upon the maiden of the sky.

The observation of the phenomena caused great strain to our noble necks, turned upwards at an unnatural angle. We sought lubrication of said anatomy, before arriving at the omnibus stand for the journey home.