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Flixy has always said Trombone Tracey is 'spectrumy' and awkward; and tried to make Flixy move some of her (they're dead, actually) plants, and some other 'stuff' (junk), etc. She also stressed that, in comparison to Flixy's regular performances for Tits on Tour, Trombone Tracey wasn't doing anything much at all, just hanging around upstairs thumping and being demanding. Whereas actually Trombone Tracey performs stand up at the Top Secret Comedy Club, played trombone for Anne-Marie on a reload of "On the Day We Fell in Love" and has just produced a short film starring Frankie Boyle. 

 But of course put her Trombone Tracey in a box, Flixy. Put us all in a box, Flixy. 



#memoir #autobiography #diary #diaries #lgbtqia #brighton #cabaret #anne-marie 

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