…no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from.

And that is all I need to say about THAT.

So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is honestly quite great, and like many great things, rather obscure:

The gent himself might be a Sad Old Bastard (see my last post) these days for all I know, but if that’s the case with dashing ole Steve, I’d fling myself at him like it were the Olympics and he was the goalpost or net or finish line or whatever sportspeople aim for. I’d be employing steroid-level feats to achieve the objective he requests in this song. In typing out my last post, I realized I have a type (*Groan City with that one, Nad*).

Have a great midweek, humans. And remember: never compromise yourselves. We’re in a very sensitive (even controversial, now) time of year, so save your bucks for rent, mortgage, a good meal, a decent find at the thrift shop, a shuddering and completely devastated person on the street whose life might change with the few shillings you can manage to spare. A donation somewhere. A visit to the vet for nail clippings, maybe, for your sweet little furball. A nice bottle of shower gel, just because it’s Christmas.

Love

Nadya