| Monday, October 18, 2004 |
| dance, then |
wherever you may be
you may be in the kitchen, as i was yesterday evening. cooking the first helping of pasta, peas and pesto: humming, the tune was "lord of the dance". i am the lord of the dance, said he. not my favourite primary school song but sometimes you just have to respect the internal jukebox.
then i got a txt off an old mate telling me about an irish bagpiper on tv that morning who was punishing viewers with a rendition of ... i think you know what.
odd. but the kind of oddness which seems to be increasing in frequency these days. |
posted by pine-cones @ 14:29  |
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