There are two sisters who are Siamese twins, one of whom is a major Barry Croker fan. She sees a poster saying John Farnham. One Night Only in Brisbane.
"We have to go!" she cries.
"Do we have to?" says the other sister, who's much more into jazz.
"Oh, please, please, please! It'd mean a lot!"
"Oh, okay," says the other sister, and off they go.
On the night of the concert the sisters have a front-row seat.John does a great gig. The joint is jumping. Everyone has a great time. When it's all over, the sisters wait till everyone else has left the auditorium because they hate all the pointing-and-starting-at-the-Siamese-twins routine. Once outside, the sister who's the fan says, "Wasn't that great! Did you enjoy it?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," replies the other sister.
"Great! Then you won't mind if we hang around the backstage door to see if we can get a glimpse of John."
"Ohhhhh, do we have to?" says the other sister.
"Yeah, come on, it'll be great!"
"Oh, okay...."
So they're hanging around the backstage door and out comes John. He can't help but notice the Siamese twins standing there, so he goes over to talk to them.
"Hi," says John. "I saw you there in the front row. Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, it was great!" the ststers chorus
Feeling a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, John says, "Look.....um.....why don't you two come backstage, have a drink?"
"Great! Love to!" says the sister who's the fan, and off they all go.
So, they drink a few champagnes and, after a while - lo and behold - a bit of a rapport is building betweenJohn and the sister who's the fan. She says, "John, pardon me for being forwards, only, when you're a Siamese twin, you learn not to stand on courtesy. But, have we got a bit of a vibe happening here?"
John thinks about this and says, "Yes....yes we have."
To which she replies, "Well, John. Pardon me for being forward again, but I think you'd like to make love to me, wouldn't you?"
John thinks about this even longer, then says, "Yes, but...."
"It's my sister, isn't it John?" says the sister who's the fan.
"No....it's....."
"John, my sister and I have grown up as Siamese twins. We're used to these situations. We have mechanisms for dealing with these sorts of things. If you've like to make love to me, John, and I would dearly like to make love to you, then my sister will do what she always does in such situations. In order to tune herself out, she will play the trombone.'
"She'll what?"
"Play the trombone."
And sure enough, for the next hour and a half - as John and the sister who's the fan make glourious, passionate love - the other sister plays a very commendable selection of jazz, Dixie and someblues trombone.
And at the end of an hour and a half, as the other sister packs away her trombone, John and the sister who's the fan kiss each other a starry-eyed goodbye. It's been a wonderful experience. No questions asked. No commitment expected. Once-in-a-lifetime. Goodbye.
Two years later, up go the posters John Farnham. One Night Only in Brisbane.
"John's back!" says the sister who's the fan. "He's on! We've gotta go!"
"Oh come on," says the other sister, "We've done that."
"Yeah, but we had a great time, didn't we?"
"Yeah......"
"Well, let's go!"
"Oh, alright then."
"And," says the sister who's the fan, "if we hang around backstage, maybe John will see us. Maybe he'll invite us back for a few drinks. Maybe something more could happen!"
"Oh come on!" says the other sister. "What makes you think he'll remember us?"
