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Written by: Liam Wilkinson | Biography
 Finally alone, I pick up the tennis racquet
and dazzle the walls of our house
with my Django Reinhardt impression.
I move between the rooms with my racquet and the small stool we use for buffing our shoes, introducing each tune in a Belgian accent.
In the dining room, the table is astonished to find that I’m doing all this with just two fingers! Even the improvised solo in ‘Oh Lady Be Good’! And before you arrive home, I launch into the big finale, with the chair, the desk and the rest of the Hot Club of France.

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