lazy Sunday afternoon

I’ve got no mind to worry

I close my eyes and drift away

Quite suddenly I’ve some to believe that there are some songs an English Gentleman shouldn’t play of a Sunday afternoon, and some others that perfectly fit the Sabbath.  Ergo, this is the first of what is going to be a regular feature on this here blog.  Little Star by Madonna.  This is for a very close friend.

I don’t expect you to completely agree with me.

But then an Englishman never gives a hoot for another person’s opinions.

These days I’m more Californian, cosmopolitan, transatlantic, edgy, than died-in-the-wool, stuffy, staid English Gentleman

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and I have no plans to amputate my ear