Ah, the things I do for food. Wait for a million years until someone comes along who can cook a decent meal or maybe travel half way around the world until I come to a place with the right combination of salt and pepper.
Yeah, don’t worry, you have no chance of knowing what I’m talking about.
But the music – ah, the music. Mushrooms grow magically inside the sneezing. Just, whatever you do – don’t let it pass you by.
How many people reading this could possibly have heard UB40’s first album! Maybe only Truly, or possibly Andy Smart. When I get access to a proper computer I’ll insert links to their blogs here.
What do the fishes think to hear the bells peal out over the hills and the lake? How do they feel about reggae? Nosing about in their tank – they never ask questions. They never sigh and say ‘why!’
And nor should I.