Simon Warmer
None who was in the Dog and
Mollusc that night will forget Cephalo Pod's emotive instrumental.
Like all octopuses Pod had three hearts, we saw them, they were worn
on a variety of his sleeves as he squeezed from his lap Charles Trenet's haunting ditty;
There wasn't a dry eye in
the Dog when Ceph mumbled his farewells. Shouts of “Encore!”
echoed in his statocyst as he waved multiple goodbyes and left via a crack in the wainscotting.
