..  .        Ready when you are, Jean  . . .    ..


 . .  Thanks, Slim             So let me talk to you about the time when   Jumpers   was just  Jumpers ..  and before it became   !Jumpers!  
a time when Rebekah Brooks didn't stand for phone hacking,  when LordPrescott was a mere party hack,  when cynical, old Jean was a younger, more hopeful Hackman 
a time before  Leveson ,  before Sikment Loyne sluiced up at the tribunal, dishing out free subscriptions to the one .. the only   HOLY ! SKUNK,  tossing wads of banknotes to the  giddygreedy gathering;  money blessed by Pastor Henry Frog, by all accounts, and bearing the words   In Frog We Trust ,  if we bear to trust the words.
You see, at  Jumpers  then, arts and craft mixed as easy as that.  
Hand-knits would get knitted, as words were  sifted and music drifted and moods there lifted.
Sometimes a long performance would chance a knitted number and a longer performer a longer sleeved jumper
Then, one day,  Tragedy came  Jumpers'  way     and  Jumpers,  as one might say,  became   !Jumpers!                 And we ... well, we . .   would all be made to pay
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