In the morning and especially at this time of year, Birdsong mainly, with the general house-shake of some articulated lorry thundering by and interrupting my sweet dreams of Lena Zavoroni covered in last year’s marzipan.
In the evenings it’s my ultra-sonic guffaws upon catching up with JC boards.
I try + I try + I try to come up with some ultra-cool youtube link, but seem to be stuck on early Gene Vincent by default.
Maybe I have a predeliction on some Pistol Packin’ Momma from F3 lobby, but seriously . . . . . . I wouldn’t hold your breath on that.
Blue is so not you.