Sleepy earlier than usual.
Something ethereal is in order.
Good Night XXXX
"And though he never would wave goodbye. You could see it written in his eyes. As the train rolled out of sight, bye-bye"
A Salvation Army band played
And the children drank lemonade
And the morning lasted all day, all day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day
Today's game: trying to spot all the Northern stereotypes employed by the video's director. Cobbled streets - check, bleak rainswept vistas - check etc
This song suddenly popped into my head on friday and has been there ever since, it is some awesome tunage that demands it be shared with you, so here i share it. have a happy week peeps and try n be bad :-P
These are my towns, villages and hills in the north of England. My heart weeps at their stark beauty and warmth of people.