Aug 27, 2011 18:39
Queenie was invited to be the keynote speaker at Wembley's 33rd Annual Keith Moon Memorial Festival. Memorial is a bit of a misnomer, as the festival has always been primarily for the West Indian community to perform various sacrifices, processions and rituals chiefly intended to ward off hauntings by Keith Moon's ghost.
The year that I attended, a small cup of their potent fainting goat curry gave me terrifying visions rivalled only by the time I washed John's trousers with 4 sheets of LSD in the pocket. Comfortable as Queenie is with open-air butchery, her failing health and family history suggests she could die the night before the event, and this is just not the type of neighbourhood association that I want to be indebted to, so I declined on her behalf.