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
and I have no plans to amputate my ear