Then, not entirely unexpectedly, Tiny Tim floated down from the rafters…landing directly on the sole cocktail table.
What was unexpected, however, was that the ukulele maestro had been reincarnated in the form of Amanda Palmer.
Two thirds of the audience went about their lives as if nothing had happened. This is probably due to the fact that they were utterly clueless to what had just transpired.
The last member of the audience, (apparently an author of some sort, known for his work in the funny books as well as a few novels here and there), knew exactly what was going on as he stared longingly at the songstress’ knees and sipped his wine.
For some, this might be considered a bizarre occurrence. But for Neil Gaiman, this was merely an ordinary Friday night.