Sensory overload, what with the carpet anâ all.So many crimes committed with knitting needles. And was that Johnsonâs uncle or long-lost brother on the fiddle? (If either, he probably was. Ed.)
In a bar room in Mombasa drinking gin is where I would quite like to be, tbh, and come what may. Conspiracy theories set to music, yay!
Gus, in thrawn aspect. x
it would be warmer, you have to give it that, although the gin might not be up to much. Beinâ headless might be a good thing.
I can see what you mean butâŚ
it was the utterly brilliant Nick Pynn.
Canât do that one with dry eyes anyway, but it was on the playlist a friend sent to us for another, who died far too young. Both entertained my sprog, teaching cartoon-drawing and puppetry.
RIP, JB. RC, thank you. Mensches both.
Lou was 42 when she died.
Gus, itâs only just occurred to me that my post could make you feel youâd been tactless, or summat like that. Not the case at all, I just couldnât help commenting on the coincidence.
Hoped to see the Disneygirlie torn asunder in his pincers. Meh ;- )
Have just heard that Christine Mc Vie is dead, so will be obliged to have some Fleetwood Mac this evening.
Carinthia. xx
I suspect you of being a Bad Man, Joe.
Merry Christmas!
One tries oneâs best ![]()
Actually, Joeâs an excellent singer and songwriter who Iâm happy to promote. Also an all-round good bloke. This was the first thing I heard from himâŚ