A Silverfox Interlude 🐺


 
Well it would be... if I could simply lay off the hair dye every few weeks.

Still, my getup got past the pitiless quizzing glasses of Chap! 🧐

To secure a small perch in the Silver Jubilee edition - available in newsagents tomorrow:


Staying with matters Silver I take a look at keyboard music's lifelong touch of chromophobia, over on Medium: 



It's all about Fading to Grey... and Revelling In It! 🖤

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