So, I decide to take a day off from cult-busting, and go to London to attend the Coronation Festival. We're strolling in the grounds of Buckingham Palace, with a picnic hamper, and enjoying all the entertainments and exhibitors, and who's playing jazz?
The God-damned Jive Aces.
Well, Scientology cult, you pulled it in: I was going to have a day off, but now I'm gonna join the Tweetstorm.
(BTW, the Jive Aces played to a tiny audience - mostly empty seating - and were a bit rubbish.)